Ramsey
I glanced back at the pack house, knowing Lyla would be out soon.
"When Lyla comes out, take her there. I'll join you shortly," I instructed. "Make sure she doesn't suspect anything unusual."
"Understood, Alpha."
I turned away from the car and headed toward the underground holding cells. There was one more bond I needed to sever before tonight—one that would hurt almost as much as losing Lyla, but for entirely different reasons.
The holding cells were carved into the bedrock beneath the pack house, lined with silver-infused steel that prevented anyone from breaking free. Two guards stood at attention as I approached.
"Leave us," I ordered. "I need to speak with the prisoner alone."
They exchanged glances but didn't question my command.
I found Lenny in the third cell, sitting on the narrow cot with his back to the door. He hadn't acknowledged my presence, but I knew he was aware of my presence. The Beta bond between us hummed with tension and unspoken pain.
