Alpha Zayne Steele POV.
***WARNING***Triggering Content
By this time, it was four forty-five am. We should be back by six am, earlier if we make haste.
Arriving back at the compound, the vehicles pulled up, and I immediately gave out orders, first for the Warrior, "take him to the infirmary and get the witch. Tell her what happened. She will know what supplies are needed."
It is known that we cannot survive a bite, but the witches can make a potion to help us be as pain-free and comfortable as the infection spreads through our bodies, killing us slowly.
We don't suffer anymore, but only those of us who have access to such a potion...
I continued dishing out my orders, "Get the prisoners to the dungeon, and then we'll meet in the situation room in an hour. I want an account of everything that happened on each floor of that building."
"Yes, Alpha!" there were answers and nods between them. They were all in agreement.
