“Grant, what in the world has gotten into you?” Isaiah asked, holding his friend’s shoulders so that he could look into his eyes.
“He shouldn’t be here, Isaiah. You know that,” Grant said, angrily.
“He is one of the regions Alpha’s, Grant. He is supposed to be here for the gathering to help with the rogues. Why shouldn’t he be here?” Isaiah asked, confused by Grant’s statement.
“Isaiah, Retrey is supposed to be dead. He was found hanging from a tree not even a month ago. An yet he is standing in our packhouse, acting as if nothing ever happened. Tell me, sir, does that seem normal to you?” Grant shouted, stepping back from Isaiah.
“What do you mean?” Isaiah asked, even more confused.
“I remember that. I didn’t really think about it because of everything going on, but we did fin
