Trevors' pov
"Just where do you think you are going" The guards blocked the entrance to the raven's pack gate.
Trevor stood, narrowing his eyes at the poorly fenced border that belonged to the ravens' pack. It was slightly more accomodable the last time he had entered their grounds. The irritable feeling of being questioned by lowly guards, still he had promised the alpha to be of best behaviours when he got here to start questioning them. He sighed, thinking, 'What a disappointment,'
"I'm here to see alpha Greyson, I have word from my alpha," he said in a calmly poised tone.
"I will send the message to our alpha, right now he wouldn't like to be disturbed at the moment." the casual tone was undeniably annoying.
"It is strictly direct orders that I must deliver it straight to him" Trevor answered, a slight edge in the tone of his voice. The guard oblivious to this went on to deny him entrance.
"I'm afraid I can't let you in, alpha's orders," he said flatly
