Myra’s POV.
The atmosphere became stiff due to how angry Alpha Clarke is. It isn’t my fault yet I know I should be accountable for whatever had made him angry. This morning, or rather when the sun was fully out and I was preparing to go over to the market, I was called by Alpha Clarke, an urgent private meeting in his office before it was time for the meeting with the pack chamber. “What had happened?” I finally got the courage to ask.
Even De couldn’t ask him a thing; she just stood by his side like a statue, rubbing his arm. “That bastard knows I have someone guiding me. He still thinks I am daft.” He replied.
And to be honest, I didn’t really get what he meant. Someone guiding him to what? And who could possibly be the bastard, although I am sure that it shouldn’t pass Alpha Ralph, o
