Cormac and Scar ran to him and held him to the ground.
The warrior was panic stricken, and from what I could see, he seemed to have been hit by a sudden attack that was beyond his strength of combat.
“Alpha!” he screamed again and again, his voice tensed with in-depth pain, and his cheeks going wet with sweat and tears.
“Stay calm, the alpha is here.” Cormac said, while Scar held him tight to the ground.
It was custom that one does not touch the alpha unless permitted, but the warrior could have held tight to me if he met me on his way entering the pack house.
I ambled towards him with a few of the young members of the caucus who were fit to follow me to wherever I go.
“What happened, warrior?” I asked.
He looked up to me and went silent. Maybe the sight of me stole his voice, or he
