"Take care of me? What? What the fuck's Alpha?" he demanded, desperately trying to squirm round so he could keep an eye on both of the psychotic bastards, but he couldn't manage it.
When he felt something at his neck, he tried throwing his head back to smack whatever it was out of the way, but all that got him was a jag in the back of his neck and a sudden woozy feeling. "What the fuck did you do, y'bishhh..."
His ranting was soon slurred and his struggling quickly became non-existent. The room decided to start spinning at the same time and despite Pete's best efforts to stay awake and fight, his head slumped forward within moments as he passed out.