Third person's POV
"Where is he?" A gruff voice bellowed.
The servants' quarters, usually a place of quiet efficiency and mundane routine, buzzed with commotion as footsteps thundered through the corridors.
The air was thick with tension, and whispers bounced off the walls with the servants gathering around.
"What is happening? Who are they looking for? That wouldn't be me, would it?" Derek wondered curiously.
But before he could stand up to go check outside, the door to his shared room burst open, the wood groaning in protest.
"By the moon!" Derek grunted as he was shocked but his outward calm masked the calculated thoughts racing through his mind.
Guards flooded in, their expressions harsh and unforgiving. Behind them stood Roselia, her warrior's stance commanding attention despite her smaller frame.
"By order of the Alpha..." Roselia began announcing, her voice cutting through the noise.
