Chapter 88. Morris Is a Moron

Tristan

The volcanic rage surging in me is distracting me from the pain in my shoulder. I have no time to listen to anyone explain what has happened. Morris has been warned, but he has the guts to call our admonitions a bluff.

A group of our warriors is right on our heels as we arrive, and we all quickly throw on some pants.

“Where is he?” I bark as I push through the war room doors, followed closely behind by the other three Alphas. I can hear from their heavy breathing and hushed curses that they’re just as pumped up to lay their hands on Morris as I am.

“What are you all doing back here?” King Gene asks as he jumps to his feet.

“Where is Morris?” I repeat my question, not bothering to give him an answer.

“He’s shackled in the crypt,” Beta Adam offers.

I nod my thanks, and the four of us storm out of the room, heading toward the dungeons.

“Tristan, do you know where the crypt is?” Mark whispers to me.

I curse s