Archer, now twenty four, sat in his office on a lazy afternoon, swirling the amber coloured drink around his glass as he hummed happily to himself.
Sudden shouting from outside had him jumping from his seat, slamming down the glass and rushing out of the office toward the stairs.
‘Let me go!’ came Rowan’s pained voice, screaming at the Rogue warriors.
‘Please Beta, you are covered in blood, let us help you’ Darrin was pleading as he held onto the young rogue’s arm, three other wolves trying to restrain the thrashing man.
‘Let him go’ Archer ordered as he hurried up to the group, placing a calming hand on Rowan’s shoulder, the young warrior staring up at him through tear glazed eyes. ‘What happened Ro, tell me’ the Alpha murmured, pulling his friend into his arms, feeling Rowan slump ag
