***ALARIC’S POV***
I step out of my car, exhausted, I walk to the pack house, almost certain something has happened.
My heart clenches as I see the special forces car pulling away, its engine humming lowly. It was rare to see them so something huge must have happened.
The pack house is in chaos and Servants and maids dart around,panicking. I look around and everything is in disorder.
The beta walks up to me, his expression solem. The look on his face shows that something is gravely wrong.
"Alaric," he calls, his voice heavy. I halt in my tracks, dreading what he would say next.
"What's happening?" I manage to ask, the lump in my throat about to choke me. The beta's eyes met mine, his eyes shadowed with grief.
"The Alpha is dead. Your father is dead," he utters, his words cutting
