Merrick's fur heckled as he stalked toward Carter and circled him. [You have been too busy bedding that girl,] he chided. He leaped toward Carter and, like any alpha would give a warning to his subordinate, grasped the fur on the nape of his neck and shook him violently.
[Get your head in the game, before you get us all killed.]
Carter belly crawled and whimpered in apology to Merrick. He understood why his commander was so angry at his lack of knowledge of the current situation. He had been neglectful in his duty.
After recovering from Merrick's admonishment, he stood and shook the dirt from his chocolate brown fur, asking, {Who is the new saintess?}
Merrick narrowed his gaze at Carter as he answered. [Duchess Faye Thayer of Everton.]
{What? The commander's wife? Where are they now?}