Alpha Rowland's POV
I lay on my bed, tired and angry as I clenched my hands into a fist, placing them on my stomach. It had been days since my Beta died, and I could not get my mind off him. Memories of moments spent with him flashed in my mind. I felt disappointed when the witch was unable to fish out the killer after she said the killer was living in the pack house. At this point, I even doubted if the killer was truly living in the pack house.
I heaved a heavy sigh as I turned on the bed, laying on my right arm. More thoughts filled my mind about the circumstances surrounding his death. Could it be the giant pack trying to weaken my pack before attacking? But what felt strange was that there were no claw marks on his body. That was the mystery I could not figure out.
My thoughts soo
