It took six guards to stop him, even with my help, running interference, keeping him away from the doors with my own Alpha wolf body.
Finally, a seventh guard fired a tranquilizer, then a few more, and Damien collapsed.
One of the guards rubbed the sweat off his brow as he asked me, “What should we do with him?”
I replied, “I’m sure Alpha Claude wouldn’t be opposed to holding him in a jail cell for a while. At least until I can get my family out of here.”
The guard considered this. Then he said, “I’m sure Alpha Claude would advise you to get out of the pack as soon as possible then. He doesn’t like getting in between other’s familial spats. And frankly, I’m not sure how long our jail can hold a feral, raging Alpha. You better get gone.”
That was solid advice and I agreed to it.
Durin
