A Dead End

[Rosco’s POV]

“WHAT?” I roar, rage rushing through. “How the hell can that be possible? Where the fuck were the guards when this was happening?”

“About that…” Warren responds, his unease clear on his face.

“Nevermind, I don’t even need you to answer. Fuck!”

Dammit. This had to all be preplanned by Roger. That was the only way those tunnels existed, and those bastards managed to get in so quickly.

‘Lock the boarders!’ I order, mindlinking with all guards who protected the perimeters of Emerald Moon. ‘And keep your senses heightened for any movement beneath the ground.’

Right now, there was a good chance that those cloaked bastards were still around. If I could catch just one, I would have a way to get answers, but that was only if they were caught.

“Warren,” I continue, turning my gaze to the man watching. “You and a few others go and scout through that tunnel they used to get into the dungeon.”

“Yes, alpha.” He says before turning and hurrying off.