Chapter 187

Back at the pack house, Derrick wasted no time in implementing his plan. As his men corralled and subdued Victor's fleeing warriors, he issued orders with precision and authority.

"Detain them all," he commanded, his voice cutting through the chaos of the captured men being brought in. "Lock them up tight. We need to find out what's going on."

His soldiers moved swiftly, their movements coordinated and efficient as they ushered the prisoners into makeshift holding cells, their hands bound securely behind their backs.

Once they were all secured, Derrick made his way to the cells, his footsteps echoing in the empty corridor as he approached the captives. His eyes scanned the faces of the defeated men, searching for any sign of weakness or defiance.

"Who's in charge here?" Derrick demanded, his voice cold and authoritative as he addressed the group.

A tense silence hung in the air for a moment before a man stepped forward, his demeanor defiant despite his predicament. "I am," he replied,