Alpha Ralph’s POV.
The star shone brightly under the night, while the breeze blew slowly. It was a peaceful night but I felt lonely, my life is literally falling apart and there is nothing that I can do about it. Delta’s plan to get the murderer did work a bit but, there is a huge but here.
The owner of the ring was no one other than the last person that Octavia had spoken to, she didn’t count as a suspect as Beta Floyd had said because she was cleared up, nothing pointed to her as a murderer and as the lady said, and the ring fell when she helped Octavia opened the window.
I can’t help but have a very bad feeling about this, something seems amiss. The more I stare into the sky, the more I feel the need to leave the comfort of the pack house and go for a run in the night. If Beta Floyd
