Wednesday, October 10th; 5am

The ride back to the pack house proves uneventful as Alpha Whiteman informed the two wolves with us that as long as they remained submissive and cooperative they would not be restrained and there was a chance the council would go easy on them.

Alpha parks the mule in the garage, turning it off and stepping out as the door closes. Alpha Whiteman leads the way followed by the beta and delta with myself closing the rear. To Winston’s expectations, the two deltas and the gamma involved in the fight are already in his conference room next to his office. It would appear that only the gamma was cooperative enough to earn his handcuffs being removed. The other two have simply been made more comfortable with their hands being moved to the front.

“Take a seat.”

Winston instructs gruffly, maintaining his no nonsense attitude. He walks quickly to the northernmost point of the round table, stopping in front of his seat. Looking around to see that none of the prospects have moved, he’s visibly c