Zayde's Point of View
I am standing near the transport vehicle where Arkan is being secured in a reinforced containment cell, his wrists and ankles bound in silver-threaded and vervain infused restraints. I frown as I observe him. As he is being restrained, Arkan remains still, his eyes closed, his lips curled in the faintest of smirks.
Lindsay stands off to the side with Jason and Austin, all three of them tense. Their eyes continue to scan our surroundings.
Ronan is finishing a briefing with a few of his warriors when a sharp voice cuts through the silence surrounding us.
“Alpha Adams.”
I spin around to see Idran striding towards me with bare concealed disdain.
“I demand an explanation right now. Why are you escorting a high-priority prisoner from Black Wood without a full counci
