Chapter 23: Who Returns?
DRAVEN
I stared down at the reports scattered across my desk, my mind trying to piece together the puzzle of the recent Drainer attacks.
One of the tedious works I hated doing as an alpha was going through reports and sorting silly pack problems, which in one way or another doesn't concern me but I will always be involved.
I groaned in frustration, grabbing the flagon of wine and pouring it into my goblet, downing it in one gulp.
I stared at the reports. They were from attacks on drainers, but this didn't look anything like their usual work. Yet the council still insisted they were from the drainers.
But if they insist this was from some silly drainers attack, then so be it; they could go fuck themselves and sort it out rather than trying to involve me.
Because nothing made sense. The patterns were too organized. Too deliberate.
A knock sounded at my door.
"Enter."
