A Single Person  

Dominik plucked a white feather from his head as the four men left the prison.

 

"Send someone in to clean up," he grunted to the guard on the other side of the door. "Burn everything that was in that room. There is no point in ever using that crap again."

 

The guard looked at him warily before nodding his head. "Yes, Sir."

 

"Alpha," smirked Lucien, pulling a white feather from under the collar of his shirt. Who knew that owls had so many fucking feathers? It looked like a pillow had exploded in that room. "And besides you, who has been here?"

 

"Enforcer?" asked the guard, a look of confusion crossing his face. "As per Alpha Raphael's orders, it has just been the guards and Jenny."

 

"Jenny?" replied Damien as he adjusted his jacket over top of his cuff. "Why was Jenny here?"