"It was my father's Beta, Franklin Clements." He whispers, falling into his chair with a defeated look on his face. "I found him lurking in the trees near Ben's cabin. He didn't even look like himself, he looked like he was having the life sucked out of him. Not that he had much in him, to begin with, that old b*stard. He was skulking around, talking to himself."
We all share a knowing look, expecting that he is likely the person we saw in the forest with darkness surrounding him.
"I asked what he was doing, and his entire demeanor changed from some batsh*t old man to his usual happy self. Like a switch went off. We returned to the packhouse together, and I brought him up here, just to confirm my suspicion. I wanted to ease into it, so I poured us both a whiskey and sat at my desk. That'
