Jake’s POV
“What’s his name?” I growled.
“Marcus,” the guard responded. “He said he was out for a run and crossed the territory line accidentally.”
I looked at the wolf in question. He was mid-twenties, I would guess, and in good enough shape that I imagined he trained daily. If he wasn’t a warrior, he was a guard of some kind. Someone who should definitely know where territory lines are.
Nodding, I headed over to his cell. “Marcus, I’m Alpha Jacob Westwood. We had a meeting less than two weeks ago with Alpha Oliver where we discussed emphasizing to your pack just how crucial it is that you follow proper procedures when entering Blue River territory. Can you tell me why you didn’t take that message seriously?”
Marcus scowled at me, his dark blue eyes filled with annoyance. “I can’t be
