Drach's bluster continued to fill the air, echoing off the walls of the precinct. "You can't keep me here! Don't you know who I am? You'll be answering to the Beta for this!" He puffed out his chest, trying to intimidate the stoic soldiers surrounding him.
I scoffed.
All bark and no bite, that one. Men like himself shouldn't be called men at all.
But the significance of his words - the mention of the Beta, settled uncomfortably in my stomach.
How deep would this rabbit hole go?
I hoped to hell that the Beta was a good man who knew what justice was like the Gamma. Like my– no, like Gamma Rhett.
But how exactly was Gamma Rhett planning to 'sort us out' regarding bail?
Just as I was contemplating the potential pack politics we were about to wade into, a familiar voice boomed with stupefaction. "Isleen? What's going on here?"
