Alcatraz ran alongside Seaver and soon they reached Rockhollow Tarn. The dark Warden let out a frustrated snarl as he saw the empty area before him. Somehow he had wished that his suspicions were false. But it appeared that their escape was the case after all. He let out an angry snarl and turned to Seaver with pale yellow eyes blazing, ”Alright, we will follow their scent. Hopefully Lawson will secure the border and cut them off.” He turned toward the direction of the scent trail and took off at a powerful run. Alcatraz was not the fastest wolf, but the power in each stride was clear by the way the earth thundered below his massive paws. Of course he could run quieter if he wanted to, but not in this enraged full out sprint.
”You are swifter, Seaver. Run ahead and I will follow as quick as I can. They headed into the mountains, so be careful.” the dark Warden snarled. He threw his head into the air and let out a haunting howl that echoed through the territory, alerting his pack that the prisoners have escaped and that he and Seaver were on their way. A howl echoed in return. It was Alexandro. And he sounded angry. ”They have located the runaways!” Alcatraz called to Seaver, picking up the pace to run even faster toward the sound. Hopefully Lawson and Alexandro could hold them off.
It didn’t take them long to reach Rockhollow Tarn, the echoing sounds of rushing water cascading off of the stone structures that surrounded the notable Aryn landmark. The sun had well made it’s way down behind High Country, giving off a twilight glow that was transitioning into the darkness of the night, the moon had yet to rise to give proper light. He skid to a halt beside Alcatraz, sending little pebbles and gravel flying off in all directions. It was deserted, Seaver exhaled and tossed his head aside, now feeling even more betrayed now that he had seen it with his own eyes. And to think, he even pitied Bloom for her current situation. Damn it all…
As if on cue his orange eyes were lifted to meet Alcatraz’s blaze, and he nodded firmly, bounding off after the powerful male as his ears perked forward, listening for any signs of their captives as his nose went to work. It was a Courser’s specialty to be able to track, and right now they needed him more than ever to locate them. His eyes darted wildly from side to side, his surroundings whirling past him in a crazed blur as he made sure to dodge obstacles while still following the trail. His fellow Gamma’s orders were taken immediately, and he flattened his ears and tucked his tail to give him the ability to run at his full hunting speed. He let his back muscles flex, digging harshly into the soil as he kicked off, rocketing past Alcatraz and transitioning into his hunting mode, only focused on finding his prey. The monstrous howl that erupted from behind him pushed him only harder, following the faint scent of Bloom and Crash as it slowly began to grow stronger.
But a return howl made him slowly ever so slightly, his ears shooting forward. It was Alexandro, a warning call. Then there was Lawson’s too! Alcatraz’s words spoke exactly what was going through his mind, and he could hear the massive Gamma Warden gaining speed behind him. His muscles tensed, now his eyes fixated on the direction of Alex’s warning call. ”This way!” He called back, now knowing exactly where to go. The howl came from the edge of the territory, just past The Mountain’s Nostrils. He kicked his speed into full gear, letting everything blur past him like he was going into hyper drive.
He runned as fast as his paws lead him, he was angry, but also worried, how would this end to the both wolves? They were trying to escape! What would happen to them if they were caught again, Alexandro felt his heart heavy, but his body was still keeping up, his thoughts and actions were working different at the moment, he knew that maybe Varrick wouldn’t be able to do anything, he couldn’t even saw him, but maybe he had went back and try to found some help? He was way to busy to think of that now, even if the young one was his responsibility, he tried to keep balance while going down in such a hard path, he heard a sound, he knew it was from Varrick, he immediately worried, he was falling! But it seemed he managed to be okay since he didn’t smell any mess or blood in the air, but casually he rolled down towards the direction where he had saw the runners.
Well that was...Awkward, he needed to get there and fast! Maybe he knew Bloom a little, he didn’t think that she would hurt him, but Crash...Even if she had helped in rescuing him, she was able to lie and hold an act. He just couldn’t trust her, he growled, he would just try to follow orders, maybe someone was already there. He hoped just running and jumping as fast as he could, getting near the location where the three wolves were without knowing it
An unspeakable anger was coursing through the young adult's veins. He couldn't figure out if was due to them running away, the possibility they would hurt Varrick, or what, but he couldn't seem to control the growl rumbling from his throat. His hackles were raised as was his tail, eyes in tiny slits as he stared them down. Confronting two wolves head on was probably more than he could handle but by the looks of it, luck could be on his side. Bloom was half starved and Crash seemed nervous, especially when she spoke his name.
A wave of guilt tugged at him with Bloom's plea but as quickly as it came, it was replaced by anger and concern for his family. "You should've thought about the consequences before you ran!" he spat back. What did they hope to accomplish? Sure, they would have their freedom, but the Cold War the two packs had was close to cracking into something far worse. His duty now was to secure their position until someone else came for backup. Alexandro was racing down the mountain side and in the distance, he heard Alcatraz's mighty howl.
"If you two give up quietly, this won't have to get ugly." His growls had since stopped though his body was still crouched low if needed to spring into an attack.
The aggression was blown away as Delta Lawson threw himself between the pup and the two females. No longer needing to be the aggressor Varrick sulked back behind the male, his legs shaking from all the adrenaline pumping through his body. Knowing the danger wasn’t over the pup kept his eyes on the two, prepared to follow the Delta’s order should a fight break out.
He was not prepared for what happened next though as one of the captives let out a heart wrenching plea to see her family again. The cry washed away all fear towards the two, and was replaced with guilt. At that moment he felt an enormous amount of empathy for the she wolf, he knew what it was like to loose your family. He didn’t wish it on anyone. He looked to Lawson, almost wishing he would let the two go. He wouldn’t say anything to the others; it could be their secret. But that hope vanished as more wolves appeared, circling the two frightened runners. Varrick looked around with dismay, sharing the female’s fear.
Soon, the pass came to view. Lawson was standing with teeth bared in front of Varrick, Bloom and Crash a few paces away from them. Movement in the distance told him Alex was on his way down the rocky slope as well. He was careful where he placed his paws, not wanting to split one open in case he stepped on something sharp by accident. His tail rose sharply and his brows pinched forward in anger, muzzle twitching as his lips curled. The moon was now rising, giving a blue light to the scene and allowing all wolves to see better. ”Hey!” He snapped, his voice stinging with harshness that none of his packmates had ever heard before. It was stern, and forceful. He came up behind Bloom and Crash, cutting off another exit if they chose to bolt from the confrontation. He held his head high in dominance, orange eyes blazing as his chest heaved, regaining breath and stamina.
A call from behind caused his head to rise and his eyes widened, fighting back a smile. Seaver! Reinforcements! The fellow Courser blocked their path behind them; Lawson took a step forward in an attempt to push them away back towards Aryn land. With Seaver here, it would be a fair fight if it came down to it.
“Yeah right,” Crash replied to Lawson, rolling her eyes. Her heart was trembling in her chest, and her fur was bristling on her spine. “The consequences were always going to be the same, whether we ran or not. Aryn was the pack that kidnapped a child, not Blutwald.” Behind her, she heard pawsteps, and turned her head slightly to listen to both wolves at the same time. Lawson again threatened her, and she scoffed, hiding her nerves with the skill of long practice.
Both members of Aryn were unreasonably angry, in Crash’s opinion. She breathed out slowly, trying to settle her heart rate as her mind raced with ideas. She was a Beta Ace Ranger of Blutwald. In the Alpha’s stead, Crash knew she had the authority to negotiate with Aryn. It was in her duty description, after all. But parleying would only be useful if done with the Aryn Alpha…
Crash ducked her head slightly, hiding her small smile. She knew Aryn had no betas, and without Athena here, none of these wolves had the rank to bargain with her. Lifting her head high, she craned her neck to stare Seaver in the eye. He was higher ranked than Lawson.
“I wish to call for a peaceful parley,” she spoke out, voice carrying through the night air with all the weight and authority of a Beta. “Between myself, Beta of Blutwald, in lieu of the Blutwald Alpha, and the Alpha of Aryn.” If she used her skills right, just maybe Crash could negotiate their way out of Aryn, and even talk down the possibility of a war. Winema was hot headed when it came to her children, but Winema was not here, and there was no way she’d be crazy enough to initiate a war after Crash negotiated peace. If she was, well… Crash was stronger than she used to be, and she would do anything for Blutwald.
With his heart pouncing, and his mind a little confused, he was able to get to the location, when he arrived he could see that Seaver and Lawson were already dealing with the runners, and maybe even Alcatraz was on his way to, that wouldn’t be a friendly meeting when he get there, Alexandro was sure that the big brown male was furious as hell because of this attempt to escape, his face showed how worry and somehow, guilty he was feeling because of the whole situation, he quickly went to Varrick’s side “Are you okay Varrick? Sorry I made you run like that, just that this situation came from nowhere and my mind and body just tell me to do that…” He said as an apologize to the young pup, also he from the bottom of his heart knew that Bloom wouldn’t hurt him if something, and maybe Crash either, he didn’t got in time to hear about what were they were talking about so he didn’t exactly knew what was going on, he just looked at Bloom with the same expression on his face, not knowing exactly what to do or say, he even had talk with his brother before about this, he felt ashamed, feeling so unable to know what was the right thing to do and only just to follow orders.
Before he knew what was going on Delta Alex was fussing over him. The male apparently felt guilty for dragging the pup into the situation, but Varrick paid no heed to his concerns. He knew it wasn’t his fault, and right now he was more worried for the safety of the two females. He knew they must have done something to anger Ayrn, but right now they just looked scared and tired. The one who had made the plea looked to be on her last leg of strength, hardly able to stand. Surely she had been punished enough for whatever grievance she had caused. The pup watched with baited breath as the situation play out before him, anxious to know the fate of the two runners.
He caught the end of Crash’s remark of how Aryn kidnapped a child, and it made the fur along his neck bristle. Aryn hadn’t kidnapped anyone, they were simply holding someone because they trespassed on Aryn territory and also tried to steal prey. Any empathy and guilt he felt for Bloom’s starving disposition was gone now. He was genuinely ticked off with these two Blutwaldian females. The very word rolled off his mind like venom. He kept his head high, taller than most of the wolves there as was his tail, floppy ears focused forward intensely. His orange eyes narrowed as Lawson and Crash spoke to one another, listening.
Suddenly Crash had turned to look at him in the eye, and he stiffened slightly but kept his line of sight firm, never breaking from her. It was an unspoken law of dominance among wolves, eye contact was everything when challenging one another. At the moment he was the highest ranking wolves among the Aryn side, so he had to remain strong with authority.
He furrowed his brow. A Parlay? Crash was well aware that Athena was not here at the moment, away with most of the higher ranked wolves to Vale. Was this her plan to try and talk her way out of a conflict? He narrowed his eyes for a moment of silence, and spoke carefully with a deeper tone. ”Due to circumstances, our Lady cannot comply with your parlay. However,” He paused, now unable to prevent an asshole-ish smerk to appear on his face just for a brief moment before he wiped it away. ”Lady Athena has appointed Sir Alcatraz as the figure of high authority over Aryn in her absence. So your request will be taken with him.”
He knew exactly what this would mean for Aryn and the fugitives. Alcatraz would spit on any peace agreement Crash could conjure up and then pee on it for good measure in the current mood he was in. At any rate the Aryn wolves might even have to restrain him from harming them. Very soon he would join the confrontation as well, as he wasn’t far behind when Seaver bolted ahead. So there was no way Crash could try and get away before their lovely Gamma Warden could get there. He could practically feel the earth shake as the brutish male approached. He knew that he would regret this spiteful behavior later when he wasn’t mad, but whenever he looked at Crash and Bloom he was reminded of what Stallion did to Impala, and that made his blood boil.
Crash scoffed, immediately disdainful of Seaver’s suggestion. “Are you kidding me?” She questioned, temporarily forgetting the dangerous situation they were in. His smug smirk made her bristle with fury, and she turned her body entirely around, mindful of the cliff edge right next to their paws. Bloom and Crash could stand side by side because they were so thin, but the other wolves were standing lined up. “I’m not going to talk peace with a great brute like him. He’d sooner knock me off this cliff than say anything of use.”
Her words were cutting, indignant of the fact that her call for conference wasn’t being taken seriously. She knew it would be some time before the Alpha of Aryn returned, and she was beginning to seriously doubt any of these raging wolves would let either of them live long enough to see her come back.
“What is your problem, huh, Seaver?” Crash found herself snapping, feeling cornered and panicked. “What did we ever do to you? Apart from try and feed our starving families, and help Alex from being killed by a bear?” She gestured carelessly with a paw to behind herself, where Lawson, Varrick and Alexandro stood. Her paw came back down to the cliff, knocking several loose stones over the edge. They clattered loudly as gravity pulled them to the bottom of the ravine, where water rushed dangerously.
“And even you, Alex,” She snarled, only turning her head slightly to the side to spot him out of the corner of her eye. Crash kept her main attention on Seaver, though, who was undoubtedly the most angry of the group. “I saved you. Does that mean nothing? Are Bloom and I to be sentenced to death for helping out, and just wanting to live? To return to our home?”
Crash continued to frustrate and annoy him. Her reply to him made his upper lip curl back again. Her logic made absolutely no sense as she dismissed him so easily. “That is a lie. You didn’t think lying and trying to escape would make the situation worse?” he asked with a shake of his head and a sideways glance. Lady Athena surely had a plan for keeping Bloom here rather than returning her to Blutwald and whatever safety net there was, Crash surely broke it.
Lawson’s stance rose in the slightest when Seaver appeared and blocked the other exit. Alexandro safely joined them and it helped strengthen their numbers and so did Varrick’s show of bravery. After this, he would have to remember to praise the juvenile for stepping up. His muscles tensed and twitched in sheer annoyance when Crash turned away from him to address Seaver. Although she did have a point and his friend was of a higher rank, it touched a nerve. A parley? What the heck was that anyway? He raised an eyebrow slightly as he watched the exchange unfold. It quickly turned nasty as Crash insulted his position and Seaver’s anger grew and grew.
The dark male took a slight step to the side and was between the Courser and the Ranger. He had never heard his boss talk with such anger in his tones. It was more than expected but it made him feel oddly uneasy. But again, Seaver was completely right. Even if Crash did help in saving Alexandro, it was with fake intentions, and any trust she had hoped to have with the pack was completely broken. At this point, she was insulting all of Aryn.
He could see the agitation in her eyes, which only provoked the lack of sympathy for their situation. They stood on a narrow ledge, Lawson in front and Seaver behind them. The moonlight had given them enough blue illumination to see one another clearly, it’s nearly full orb rising in the distance beside them. Seaver kept his stance with firm authority, eyes narrowed and fur bristled to the brim with agitation. Crash’s attitude and reasoning irked him. ”Well then I guess your statement is meaningless Crash.” He said harshly, staring at her with begrudging intent. All the anger he had bottled up over time was beginning to rise to the surface, and now he was taking out his frustration over Impala on the two runners.
He stiffened again, his upper lip twitching as she called him out directly. It was obvious she was beginning to panic, and was momentarily distracted by the falling rocks that bounced over the edge. It reminded him briefly that they had to be careful in their current position in the mountains. One wrong move and someone could slip and fall to their deaths.
He stepped forward to get her attention back on him, barking with exposed canines. ”You only saved him to get us to trust you! You never had any intention to become an Aryn wolf. We took you in regardless of your origins, and we actually trusted you! You think you’re so innocent and right in this situation but you’re foolish. In all honesty if you came to us from the beginning requesting to talk peacefully about this instead of lying through your teeth, we might have actually considered a better solution. Guess you didn’t think this one through did you? What did you expect to happen? That we take pity on you and let you leave? You deliberately tried to trick us.” He moved his gaze from Crash to Bloom, and then to the rest of his pack mates before returning sharply to her, his tail high in the air defiantly. ”Anything you did for us was a lie. So don’t you dare try to get pity from us, because you’ve digged these holes for yourself.” He spat, shoulders flexed angrily. Never before had he been so openly harsh, it was completely unlike him. But he didn’t care at the moment.
He let the silence of Varrick say that he was okay, though the little one seem kind if excited or with a lot of energy, his little body was shaking, but his eyes didn’t show any fear, he let out a sigh of relief, and then turn to look at the four wolves while they were talking.
Things weren’t turning out well, and the words of the both females and males were only making himself feel worried, things weren’t looking good at all, he was in a good position, his back straight, but his head and tail in a middle height, he was just in silence and looking, until he came into the discussing somehow too, he only looked at Crash with a guilty face, not because of her words, but, he was sure if they hadn’t let her with Bloom all alone this would never happen, and he knew that Crash was only a cornered animal that was using anything she could for her safety.
He knew she had safe him, but he was thankful for her doing it and he had with every single wolf that had been their, and he felt bad with Seaver’s words, he never thought that the male was so angry to say does things so directly, he looked at Bloom worry, his ears pinning back, what would Sir Alcatraz do when he arrived? Was she going to be okay? Maybe she was, but how about Crash? She was only doing things worst! He hoped that Bloom wouldn’t fall in desperation to do the same as she was doing.
Whimpering softly, she tucked her tail as Seaver and Crash yelled at eachother. She felt on the verge of tears. This was all her fault. If she hadn’t chased that buck into Aryn territory, none of this wouldn’t have happened. She’d only wanted to feed her mother who’d shouldered a pack and a new pup that was dropped onto her. Bloom squeezed her eyes shut, her body rigid beside Crash’s. Hearing rocks tumble away down the cliff, she glanced to the side. Starring as the rocks tumbled into the ravine below. How easy it would be to end this war, right now. Just one movement, it’d be over.. No war. No more fighting or death. No more wolves getting hurt.
No, despite those thoughts..she couldn’t end her life. Her mother would be torn apart as surely as her body would on the rocks below. She’d already lost her mate and first pup. If she lost anymore..she’d be a broken wolf.
”Just..stop..please,” She whimpered, looking up to Seaver, then to Crash. Hazel eyes glistening with tears of frustration. “Let..let Crash go home. She only lied because of me.. I started this. I started everything.. I just want to go home,” She whined softly, her eyes looked down at her paws. “I..I know what I did was wrong, and..I know I shouldn’t have done what I did.. I just wanted to feed Blutwald’s families.. But,..I’ll stay.. I’ll stay longer til something can be fixed..just let Crash go home. She has pups..” She stared back at Seaver, her gaze unwavering.
If Alcatraz got here before Crash left..if they were going to let them leave..she didn’t know what would happen..
Then came Bloom’s quiet, sad plea. Even he felt the pull at his heart strings, especially when she mentioned Crash was a mother. Shifting slightly, he chanced a glance at Seaver before turning his attention back to the two captives. Shouldn’t she have thought about the well-being of her children before embarking on this quest? He thought better than to ask the question out loud.
The big male Warden finally arrived at the scene, his pawsteps slowing to a deliberate trot as he saw that the prisoners were detained in a less than safe area. His pale yellow eyes were livid and his teeth shone glistening white against his dark muzzle. He arrived just in time to hear Seaver angrily responding to whatever Crash had said before, assumedly trying to get them on her side. The dark wolf thrust his way beside Seaver and stepped forward to face Crash and Bloom. “Couldn’t escape in time, it seems. You took the risk, and your plan failed. So now don’t waste our time with your pleas. You must accept the inevitable consequences.”
His voice was an angry rumble, and every bit of his posture seemed about ready to spring, but Alcatraz held himself back. He would not attack them. He knew that Blutwald would only use that as an excuse to attack. Still, nothing irked Alcatraz more than a liar. He glanced coldly at Bloom as she mentioned Crash’s pups, ”Crash’s life in Blutwald is no concern of ours. She must have known this was a possibility, and she must have accepted that, because still she came.”
He turned to Crash, ”You may be a Beta in Blutwald but you are now a traitor and a prisoner in Aryn.” Alcatraz asserted, his head and tail lifted higher than Crash’s just because he was bigger than her, but his furious glare was a demand for her to drop her dominant posture. “You are both our prisoners now, until Lady Athena returns. She will decide how best to deal with you.” Alcatraz growled irritably as he glanced at the precarious perch they were all seated upon. ”Now come, all of you. We ought to get away from the place before someone breaks their neck.” Alcatraz did not move, waiting for his packmates to take positions around the prisoners before he would order someone, probably Seaver, to lead them all back to Rockhollow Tarn.
He breathed a small sigh of relief when Alcatraz showed up to confront the prisoners. His stance relaxed as his dark voice commanded attention. As predicted, the Warden did not allow them to leave, despite their pleas. Alcatraz seemed to be saying what most of the Aryn wolves though to themselves. Honestly, what were the Blutwald wolves’ chances of escaping, anyway? Still, as he watched everyone, he couldn’t help to think what he would do in this situation, or if someone he loved was held captive by another pack. It was hard to decide, especially if he was fueled by emotions more than logic.
Upon Alcatraz’s arrival, Seaver swiveled his head to watch as the massive brown male made his appearance. He instinctively lowered his tail and ears somewhat, now no longer the highest ranking Aryn wolf among them. Sure he and Seaver were both Gammas in their respective tasks, but honestly everyone knew Alcatraz had more power over everyone in the pack apart from Athena. He deserved everyone’s respect, loyalty, and compliance. For a moment he was distracted from his anger, lowering his gaze to the ground as Alcatraz addressed the prisoners. After Alcatraz stated his command, he turned away from Crash and Bloom to now face the direction from which they both came, taking the front as he probably would be instructed to lead the escort to Rockhollow Tarn.
It was clear by the end of the whole ordeal that there was so much more to this story that Varrick didn’t know about. He knew there had been an intruder that was apprehended by Aryn, to which he put together was the one who had pleaded to go home. Though the other female claimed her accomplice had been kidnapped unjustly while out hunting for her pack. Varrick doubted very much that any Aryn wolf would do such, though she did make a very strong argument. He then gathered that the female doing the most talking had been sent to break out the intruder, which had obviously failed. This confused Varrick the most. Why hadn’t they just talk with Aryn? We weren’t an aggressive pack, and Lady Athena was very fair. It just didn’t make sense to the young wolf. Was Aryn doing something he was unaware of? Or was the other pack just taking things too far?
The runner made another heart wrenching plea, and Varrick’s heart went out for her. Though after hearing the rest of his pack mates arguments he understood why the two females couldn’t be freed. They had tricked and gone behind Aryn’s back, no matter the reason that fact couldn’t be ignored. Still Varrik wished there was something he could do for the one who had made the pleas. He got the feeling she was just a victim of circumstance, after all how could she have orchestrated her failed rescue?
Feeling deflated and absolutely helpless, she looked away from Alcatraz and the other wolves that had kept her from going home. Instead, she stared at her paws, feeling defeated. A slight glance at Crash, she frowned deeply. She was a prisoner now, the same as her and trapped away from her pups. Any moment now, the small group of wolves would get them moving away from the dangerous trail. A falcon’s cry could be heard from above and Bloom raised her head and opened her eyes.
The falcon was circling the group of wolves as if examining what was happening below. Her eyes followed the falcon until it broke it’s circling and flew off into the direction of Blutwald. Bloom’s heart ached as she stared past the wolves that surrounded her and on toward home..
Alcatraz’s arrival only fanned Crash’s rage, and she found herself snarling back at him in response to his words. He was much bigger than she, but still she stood her fur on end, bristling with barely controlled fury. Never in her life had she felt so angry, so shamed her plan had failed, that she hadn’t gotten free.
Next to her, Crash felt more than saw Bloom’s exhale, her slump. Crash was responsible for that. She couldn’t take care of her Alpha’s daughter. She couldn’t even evade a pack of wolves weaker than Blutwald. Just as the guard began moving to surround them, escorting them back to Rockhollow Tarn, Crash loosed the fury bubbling in her throat, a harsh bark echoing in the cliffs. She slammed her paw onto the rock, crumbling the unstable stone and sending a good chunk of rock down into the ravine.
“You demons think you’re doing such justice,” she cried, her eyes alight as she swiped her paw again, loosing stones from the path. She didn’t bother watching them arc over the edge this time. She was too close to following them down herself. “You’ve kept Bloom from her family for months! She’s half starved under your care, and you’re all so certain that a war is coming you refuse to talk any treaties with Blutwald. You disgust me.” She finished with a rumbling snarl, a sound she rarely made, staring Alcatraz directly in the eye. Her chest heaved with emotion, and she felt hot tears beginning to prick at her eyes. She missed her children. She missed her home. She knew Bloom missed it as well, and it was too much for her to bear.
Upon hearing Crash’s final words, he snapped his head back with frontal canines bared, fully intending to silence her with his own harsh answer but a strong look from Lawson kept him from doing so, and he begrudgingly swallowed his words, turning his head forward again with a sizzling sigh of a defused bomb. You idiots. If you would have just come to us in the first place requesting peace, then we would have gladly given you Bloom… He thought to himself, shaking his head from side to side as he sided with Alcatraz, ready to depart.
Crash’s harsh words were like a slap in the face. With everything she had done to Aryn, she should be thankful! She could’ve been sentenced to death! Anger was bubbling up and as much as he wanted to scream out, he stopped himself. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Seaver spinning around with loathing in his eyes and shot him a hard, stern look - don’t do anything stupid. He totally related to his best friend; most of them were feeling angry, betrayed, and hurt. Causing any physical harm to the prisoners wasn’t going to help and, if even possible, could make things worse between the two packs.. Releasing yet another sigh, he moved to be beside Bloom, watching the Gammas and awaiting orders to escort them.