Alpha Winter reclined on the sofa, his legs propped up on a stool, a white powder coating his nose. He was lost in a haze as the drug coursed through him, a sensation of bliss enveloping him. Since his first encounter with it, clarity had returned to his mind, all thanks to who the people called cloaked man who had introduced him to this escape.
While his pack was in turmoil over the recent abductions of children, Winter remained unfazed. He had secretly arranged with the cloaked man to deliver a pup every quarter of the year, a deal that kept him detached from the chaos surrounding him.
His concern lay solely with the substance he was indulging in, indifferent to the fate of the abducted children. Some members of his pack, including his beta, had begun to notice a troubling pattern in t
