ETHAN'S POV
There had been a heavy downpour earlier this morning, it was more like the moon goddess was trying to cleanse the pack from its atrocities and sins.
Sniffing the air, the smell of wet soil and peace wafted through my nostrils. I sat on the bench in front of the pack house, with a cup of coffee in my hand, and a magazine on my lap.
My smile turned into a scowl and my peaceful morning was interrupted by the presence of a pack guard. Bowing low, he proceeded to speak. “Elder Shaun is dead.”
“What?” I froze for a minute. “Elder Shaun is dead?” I questioned, and the guard nodded.
“Yes, Alpha Ethan. But—” He paused, starting to panic.
“Tell me,” I demanded, my voice cold.
“The rogues attacked, and Elder Shaun's wife claims to have seen Lady Lucille with a strange masked m
