Your Mate May Not be a Mate

Scar entered the room upon permission, where he saw Alpha Fenris sitting at his desk, looking over some paperwork. The second he walked in, Fenris let out a sigh, as he set down some documents he was reading.

"This has better be good, Scar,” he warned. "I am giving you but one change to explain yourself. Tell me why you and Otto failed to bring my mate here. Assuming if you really did find her as you claim, that is.”

‘Straight to the point,' Scar thought, for he had a feeling his Alpha would want to talk about that the moment he was in his presence.

"There were some complications on the matter,” he began. “To start Otto may have gone a bit… ‘rough' on her.”

“‘Rough’ how?” Fenris questioned, narrowing his eyes in suspicion with a low growl. “I promise you now, Scar, if there is so much of even a little scratch on her-“

“She’s not hurt. Probably a bit shaken, but Otto didn’t hurt her,” Scar hastily interrupted. “He may have laid a hand on her during it encounter, but she is fine.”

Fenri