Forty

*THIRD PERSON'S POV*

Tension and rage are deeply laced throughout the space. Beta Arlo is pacing in close proximity to the entrance. He is undoubtedly also feeling uneasy due to the recent commotion in the pack.

The locks that overlap his brows are now gray, a symbol of distress. He is holding his hands behind him. The door opens, and Lady Sasha enters. She carefully considers each step she takes as she approaches the Beta because she is scared to confront him. Her hands are plainly shaking, and her eyes are on the ground.

The Beta throws her against the wall while advancing and wrapping his fingers around her throat before lifting her into the air.

He bellows, "You incompetent fool! A mere petty slave was under your care, and you were unable to get rid of her before she developed wings.”

"I didn't realize she would exaggerate things,"

"You never ever know," He silenced her by bringing his free hand to her face. "That you allowed them to entangle with her so tightly, you ought to