♧Chapter one; AND TOMORROW IS THE HUNT♧

It was a huge and dark room with a huge bed in the north wall and a side table beside it and a reading desk. A closet and bathroom door on the east wall, along with a full length mirror and a few dumbbells. A couch and two sofas and a centre table on the west wall, along with a door leading to the balcony overlooking the vast forest and mountains, a small shelf was stationed on the west wall also next to the bar.

He was well into his third bottle yet he felt no urge to stop. He needed sleep. Being the insomniac he was, he knew if he fell into that bed sober, he'd think till morning. Saying he was tired is an understatement. He was extremely exhausted and he blamed it all on the investigation. The pack won't rest till their late Alpha's murderer is discovered and punished.

The Eclipse was the biggest and most powerful pack in the northern region. With an interesting history and ancestry, therefore  the rogues responsible for the alpha's murder better spend their last days wisely. They can run, they can hide, but not for long.

Alpha Bennett was a shrewd alpha. He wasn't all that just of course. He had a short temper and a tendency to yell and complain over the slightest of inconveniences. He banished and exiled any follower of his who dared question him. He was strong, his wolf even stronger. And his hatred for rogues was immeasurable.

Now his son Jason had always been eager to step into his father's shoes but he never dreamt it would happen this way. Fourteen nights ago, Alpha Bennett had gone to bed like every other wolf in the pack house but unlike every other wolf, he didnt wake up. He was found on his bed, the sheets soaked with his own blood, his head brutally chopped off but still resting on a pillow. It was an horrifying sight that left the whole pack in shock. Regina was still  mourning but his death automatically made Jason alpha.

He turned the bottle over his glass once more but no liquid  flowed out. It was empty. Time for a fourth bottle. With his eyelids half closed, he started to reach for another bottle. How would Regina feel if she came and found her son drowning himself in liquid hell? Her disappointment would prick at his conscience. Like the time she'd found that brunette beneath his sheets when he was twelve. Why? Why was she there? What? What was she doing there? Or worse, what was he doing with her there? She was confused and filled with dread, still young Jason wasn't helping matters as he wasn't rendering any explanations.

Jason had been a quiet kid with loud thoughts. He feared his dad. Loved his mom. Questioned the world. Even now, he still questioned alot of things. The difference now is that sometimes he gets answers. But the questions whose answers weren't forthcoming troubled him. Questions like who killed his father? Who had been brazen enough to sneak into the great alpha Bennett's room and chopped his head off? Chopped his head off and rendered him lifeless. He wondered if his father saw his murderer before he was forced to close his eyes forever. Had he perceived him coming from afar off? Or had he masked his scent? Had they exchanged words before the deed was done? Did he miss his father? Now that's a question whose answer is complex. Alpha Bennett exited the world and left a very large vaccum or hole in Jason's life like when you drive your fist into thick, fluffy dough, the impression you leave behind. But in Jason's case, the impression had always been there it just got bigger. Jason lived and moved in the same pack house as his father yet Bennett somehow managed to be an absent father. Their relationship had been complicated. Bennett expecting his son to behave dignified and respectable as an alpha's heir should and Jason having no idea how to behave around his father. He was a perfect alpha but not a perfect dad and now Jason wished their relationship had been better.

He is gone now but Jason still sometimes heard his pompous voice; 'Gina dear, tell your son to join the morning parole,'. Now he could  hear it even clearer. His arm froze half way to grabbing another bottle, no, there would be no fourth bottle instead he would go to bed. With much effort, he gets up, his eyes tightly shut. He was sweating. The curtains were drawn down. Backing away from the bar, he tried to recall if he'd locked the door but his drowsy mind couldn't hold a thought. He stepped on a piece of clothing as he staggered on and somehow, he knew it was his suit, but he couldn't care less. Moments later he lay flat in the middle of his bed listening to his breathing.

With all the investigations going on, Jason is up to his ears with responsibilities and tomorrow is the hunt.