Johnston's POV
Still feeling unsure about this Alpha, Xander and I stepped into the packhouse.
Oddly enough, it was eerily quiet inside. This was quite the opposite of what you'd expect since this pack's Luna had passed away today. The silence hung like a heavy blanket, smothering the usual hustle and bustle.
As we made our way through the dimly lit corridors, our footsteps resonated ominously, leading us to the study where Alpha Rudi awaited. Before our arrival, Alpha Florien had reached out to express his condolences but also subtly cautioned him against causing any trouble for us.
We rapped on the door, the noise slicing through the heavy silence, and entered once he invited us inside.
At that moment, I saw him. His face was pale and sweaty, with his mouth hanging unusually at an a
