“What is it?” I asked, holding a file in my hand. They both stared at each other in silence, which pissed me off.
“Can someone say something!” I yelled, not liking the silent treatment.
“Alpha, it's Finn,” my Beta finally said.
“What about that traitor?”
“He was rushed to the pack infirmary early this morning.”
“What the f**k happened?” I stood up, furious.
“Finn tried to kill himself with poison. That's what happened, son,” Dad explained.
“How's that possible when he's locked in his cell with guards watching him?”
“We traced it to his food. It seems like the poison was mixed into his meal,” Dad continued.
“Then why do you think he tried to poison himself?” I asked, confused.
“Because the servants taste the food before it's given to the prisoners,” Greg said.
“That motherfucker!
