The next morning, Alex wakes up to a mindlink from the border guards.
“Alpha, to inform you that the beta has not returned after leaving yesterday afternoon. As we do not have a record of a planned trip, we thought it best to let you know.”
“You did well.” – replies Alex, closing the link.
It was 6 am and he got up. He had barely slept worrying about his mate and his best friend, and knowing that he hadn't come back home made him worried.
He picks up the phone and calls the owner of the pub where Micky likes to get drunk.
- Hello, Paul? - he says as soon as he answers.
- Alpha Alexander. What time is it? – answers a sleepy voice.
- Sorry to call at this time. You must have just gone to bed, but I'm worried. Micky didn't come home and I don't know if he had an accident.
- Who is it?
