Never had the threat of war been as evident as it was now. Multiple clans had paired up to take his pack down. It was a fact that concerned him, but at the same moment, demonstrated how powerful he had truly become. The words of the bear hanging before him also signified that this leopard was more important that she had first seemed. Somehow she was entwined in this war as deeply as any of the opposing parties. Ambrose longed to find out what part she played in this. He was thankful he had shown discrepancy in keeping her alive. Could the bears have been after Isabella all along? Were the jackals a way to keep the wolves busy while the other animals entered his territory to find the leopard? Various scenarios played themselves out in his mind as to what the reasoning behind these attacks were.
As he eyed over the prisoners, his anger escalated. He doubted how much information these flea bitten mongrels would be able to tell him, just from the way they were carrying themselves. At the sound of the ragged laughter escaping the bear's lips, Ambrose's hand shot out to grip his neck firmly. The laughter gave way to the bear sputtering for breath. Ambrose stepped closer to the animal, "It's not very wise to mock the one who holds your life in their hands," he warned. His nails expanded into claws that dug in deep into the bear's neck, and he felt the warm trickling of blood as it passed through his fingers and dripped to the floor. Every inch of the dungeon seemed to be covered with the substance, from the floors to the walls, and above. It appeared as though through the centuries of the dungeons existence, not once had it been cleaned. Indeed it had not. It had however, witnessed too many deaths to count, unlocked too many secrets, and turned the others, who were left to live the rest of their lives in the darkened hole, into madness.
His immediate attack to the bear had been in retribution of the lack of respect, but if he were to be honest with himself, Ambrose had also been protecting the honor of the female that was in this moment still locked up in his bedroom. He shook his head lightly. That wasn't the image he needed in his mind right now. His focus redirected itself to the intruders and he eyed over the other two. "I want to know who was working for you from the inside. If you tell me that, you won't suffer. I give you my word." His grip on the bear's neck tightened as he started to speak. "I'm not looking for an answer from you," he growled.
Artemis pulled out her phone from her pocket, her fingers shaking slightly at the action. She was thankful she had placed it on silent before entering the room. Her worst fear had now come to pass. The plan she had helped the bears enact had not gone well, and her life was now in danger. The best thing she could do now was get well away from the residence of the wolf who would spare no second in claiming her life. As she looked around the study to the faces of the wolves she had considered family for decades, she couldn't help but feel a sting of guilt. She closed her eyes for a brief second before typing out the message:
I haven't been discovered. I need help escaping. Please.
Her eyes darted quickly back to those around her, but none had noticed the indiscretion. They were all too busy fuming over the recent turn of events. Blain, who was sitting beside her, leaned over and whispered, "I just want to find the fucker who betrayed us. They'll fucking pay."
Artemis squealed slightly, but managed to turn it into a cough. "Yes, of course," she managed to say. She hoped the high pitch in her tone was understood as her being fearful for the pack, and not her own safety.