Alpha Arlo Bianchi - POV
I walked into the dimly lit cell and stood a few inches away from the creature. A few tense minutes passed by when he finally looked up at me. His red eyes looked dead, and there was no fear or regret in them. "Jacob."
"Yes," he said as he stepped into the cell as well.
"Is it possible to do a facial reconstruction right now?"
"Why do you need to do that now?"
"I want to know which pack he belongs to. I know he is a warrior, and that fact is bothering me. How on earth did he get caught and turned into a creature that looks so lifeless."
"Do you think the pack would know what happened?"
"We can give it a try," I said.
"Give me a minute, I will get the iPad and come," Jacob said as he walked out of there. Fifteen minutes later, he walked back inside and handed the device over to me.
