Chapter fifty two

"Alpha, when we took her to the dungeon, she had no mark on her. So I don't know how she spotted the mark," the pack elder among the men answered.

Darell willed his claws to grow. When his nails were fully elongated to their full length, he clawed the first man in front of him on the cheek.

The man yelped in surprise from the pain he felt and promptly held his cheek. When Darell turned to face the rest of the men, they were very afraid and each took a few steps back from him.

"Alpha!" Chris screamed at Darell, who didn't seem to hear his beta.

"I'm not going to ask again after this time. If I don't get an answer, the next person dies," he told them all. "How did she get that mark on her cheek?" He asked and looked at the elder.

"I truly don't know, Alpha," the elder said with fear.

Darell lifted his hand and tried to bring it down on the next man, but his hand refused to come down. Darell turned around with fury and saw Chris holding his hand.

"Let go of my hand, Chris," he told