Chapter Eight

Cronin

‘Please, High Alpha, don’t let them kill him!’ Her voice screams into my head as I descend away from the growls and snarls that ring through the entrance hall above me. ‘I will try my best Sapphire.’ I will, but I don’t know what I can do to help. He is the one that I answer to I do not have the strength to challenge his decisions. The way my Alpha’s have to respect and obey me is the same for me to the King. Do they not realise this. He is in charge, he is the one calling the shots.

Below ground in the darkness and privacy the earth provides, I have made a huge arena. The main area is two storeys tall and a wide-open space that is easily as long and wide as a football pitch. At one end is a Bar for happier occasions, like birthdays, when huge celebrations fill the place with laughter and music. It the very middle is a large circular pit that sinks three metres further into the ground. The pit is where grudges and bad blood can be fought out fairly, between the two opposing par