Ralton Pack

Alpha's office.

Alpha Blake sat cross-legged in his official chair, slightly spinning it after dialling a number.

 Less than a minute later, the other party answered, "Good afternoon, Alpha Blake!"

"Go straight to the point, Alterio," the Alpha King said impatiently.

"Finn Syner's been located. He's hiding in the human territory at an old, widowed woman's home in a remote village, faking amnesia,"

The Alpha looked unbothered, "Mhm?" 

"Your son's whereabouts are still ...