Alpha Tristan's POV
When I walked into the dungeons, I expected to be greeted by Ambrose's constant talks about how he needed to be released. I had a plan to make him see how stupid he was, but I was dumbfounded a few steps before I got to his cell. The bar doors were bloody, and before it, were the bodies of two guards who, I would guess, were supposedly trying to make him stop talking.
From the looks of it, it happened just a few minutes ago. Not long after and I saw Ambrose's hand out of the cell as he tapped the dead bodies he had created. He pulled the other by the shirt to get closer and shoved his hands into the guard's pocket. He was searching for the key that would set him free.
A few steps closer to the cell, I could see how he desperately searched the guard for the key. Unfo
