LACHLAN'S POV
“Dead?” They can't be dead, they can't be f*****g dead right now.
“Arghh!” I growled loudly in anger.
I had just confirmed their death, I watched their bodies wrapped in a body bag, and tossed into the furnace. It was against the tradition of my pack, a taboo, an ill-luck for a traitor from another pack to die, and be buried or dropped in the woods. Derrick stood beside me, with bowed head.
“Who would have given them the water to drink?” He asked, and I twitched my lips, craning my temples.
“The question should be, who brought in the water to the pack house? There's definitely a mole in our pack, I can feel it, it's so strong, and I swear on the moon goddess, I will…” I breathed heavily, swallowing my words.
Clenching my fist, I gnashed my teeth against each other, be
