AT QUERCIA HEADQUARTERS

A chair shattered against the hardwood floor, and several glasses followed suit; Alessandro didn’t even flinch at the splinters and shards scraping his skin. The walls vibrated from his wrathful yells and slams of more furniture. His fury would see no end until he dealt with those who hadn’t listened.

“These ineffective idiots! Waste of space flesh bags! Beta!”

“Yes, Alpha,” he answered promptly, having been right outside the door. ...