Maxwell's POV
My body shaked and I could feel my head levitating. The sweat on my body prickled down to my legs and I couldn't contain it. My hands were full of blood and my anger was seen rising in great volume.
My insides seeked for a victim. Someone to punish for the death of my Personal adviser.
"f**k him!!! I will kill him and kill all his pack boys!" My voice roared in anger. My feet were stomping hard on the floor as I walked to my room.
The guards took his body from my hand when I reached the pack house entrance. Now I was left without a personal adviser and my mind was messed up rigorously.
The boys were gathering some wood already in the courtyard. He would be buried tonight and no one, not even black magic, could bring him back.
"Who is he? Who the f**k does he think h
