Weston's POV
Early in the morning, i woke up feeling like there was fog in every part of my head, even my brain. The feeling was familiar and it usually came when I was excessively stressed mentally. I had been thinking and stressing a whole lot since Asher began to infiltrate my pack.
The problems he had been creating were growing progressively greater and they had reached their peak the previous day (or so I thought) when news came to my pack that Asher had sent a letter to me through one of his guards and the guard had been murdered on his way to my pack.
The members of my pack believed in me, they knew I was a good Alpha, but with all the issues going on with Asher, it wouldn't be long before they assume that I was behind the death of the guard from his pack. They already assumed
