“I found your trash, Asher,” Metztli called out, his voice tinged with menace. The Alpha said nothing but calmly sauntered over closer to rogue on the ground.
“Metztli, you have no manners. These things aren’t discussed out here,” the Alpha sneered, disgust coloring his features.
“That’s only because you don’t anyone to know what you’ve done.” At hearing Metztli say these words, Cole and three lingering pack members walked up to the two men; questions clearly on Cole’s face.
“What are you talking about, Metztli,” Cole asked.
“Would you like to explain,” Metztli asked. When the Alpha didn’t answer, he directed his words to Cole, “Your Alpha gave some hired hands the order to take Sam, hoping to kill me.” Cole and the pack members stood still for a second, processing the words Metztli ha
