Alpha Ralph.
The pack meeting ended shortly because I wasn’t in the mood to sit down there and address bunch of old people that should know what is right for them and wrong. They are wise enough so when they are ready, they can return the file to my office so that Beta Floyd will work on it. “I just heard that you got an anonymous message.” Beta Floyd informed.
“And it was tagged confidential.” He added.
I ignored the part where I had clearly heard him say that the file was tagged confidential. Right now, all I need is to clear my mind because nothing is working as I had wanted and not to talk about how Octavia has been on my neck, so that I will tell about my plans and if Myra’s son is really mine.
If I had the answer to that question, then she wouldn’t have seen me moping around the
