Alpha Arlo Bianchi - POV
"Arlo." I heard Jacob's voice in my head as I opened my mind link for him. "You should get down to the dungeon soon. There is an issue." I didn't even wait to hear what he wanted to say as I walked out of the pack house. As I reached the dungeon, the guards quickly opened the door, and I walked downstairs.
As I reached the hallway, I saw my warriors carrying an unconscious Etta. "Where are you taking her?" I asked as I saw the three witches just behind my warriors.
"We are taking her to our coven, Alpha Bianchi."
"If you want to kill her, can't you do that right here?" I questioned when Elder Micheal stepped from behind the witches.
"Alpha Bianchi, you know the rules. We do not have a say in what the witches do with their own," he said in a dismissive tone, and I felt my wolf pushing for control at being disrespected. From the very beginning, I have never liked the Elders, and I believe the feeling is mutual as well.