WRITER'S POV

“Bring the prisoner out,” Derrick instructed.

Alpha Dante was brought to the meeting room.

“This is not fair. I have done nothing wrong,” Alpha Dante sneered. “You cannot lock me up when I have committed no crimes.”

Derrick regarded him. He was seated on his throne chair. After a while he got up and made his way down the podium. “Your car was seen driving out of there and the guard mentioned your name before he died yet you say you are innocent?”

“My car? That could be true but I wasn't inside. I have men that drive my cars when I send them on errands. Whoever this...