I turn the envelope back over, facing the handwriting to the table. A wave of sadness threatens to crush me, but I refuse to look weak in front of anyone in this room. I tilt my head towards Beta Mason.
"Thank you, Beta Mason. I would prefer to read this on my own. Would you please debrief the rest of us on the information you've shared with Alpha Dixon?"
Beta Mason nods stoically, opening a binder on the table in front of him.
"Ironmoon has found records of at least 24 families descending from Bloodmoon within our pack. None of these members have procured matching samples to the hair found in the Silvermoon woods. However, we were able to locate a distant relative to the man you detained last night. Unfortunately, the relative is a great-grandfather. He's senile in nature and was una
