DEVON
My last meeting with the victim's wife hadn’t gone as planned, but giving up wasn’t an option. The murder case was far from over, and with Alpha Ryder’s life on the line, I had to act on time.
The engine roared beneath me as I sped toward the next victim’s home—Patrick’s. For the past week, I'd monitored everything going on in the blackwoods pack, especially the witch and rouge attacks. Just like always, the witches hadn't attacked for a while, but the rouges kept lurking around the pack boarder.
Orion sat in the back seat, flipping through the blank journal that had plagued us for days.
“This is pointless,” he groaned, tossing the book onto the seat beside him. “We’ve been trying to read this thing since forever. It’s just as empty as the woman said. No markings, no hidden tex
