Near St. Louis, Missouri
Blake's P.O.V.
It's been a couple of days, and still no word from Brock. What's going on? I sent one of my men to the Silver Moon pack to try and find him, but I haven't heard from him yet. When he finds Brock, he better have a good excuse for ignoring my calls. I need pups. My buyers are getting angry, and I'm out of merchandise. My other suppliers, those who I've intimidated into giving me pups over the years, are ignoring me as well. They're too scared now that someone is sniffing around. Who are these people? When my phone rings, I answer it angrily.
"What?"
"Alpha, I'm at Silver Moon. I'm hiding in the forest, but I overheard a few guards talking about Brock. He was killed because they found out it was him taking their pups." My man says into the phon
