C57 Weak Luna, strike time

Alpha Greg waved the guards to not bother leading him in as he trotted past them. He'd been here over a dozen times and knew his way with his eyes closed. He rapped lightly on the door and walked in.

Alpha Dante seemed to be thinking but as soon as he walked in, he released a throaty cough. “You came quicker than usual.” His right brow arched up