I DON'T drop my bag or phone as I trudge down the hallways leading to Alpha Silas’s office, Cheryl hot on my heels. The banshee-like screech that rips down the hall is followed by a sound I can’t place–struggling, men groaning, grunting.

“This is fucking outrageous!” Cheryl shrieks, breathless and fuming.

We round the corner leading to the Alpha’s office suite, and I immediately skid to a stop.

Cheryl lets out a spontaneous outcry of, “What the fuck happened here?”

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