33. Leaving Green Valley

AXEL.

I sat at my desk in my room with my phone and a jotter trying to come up with a plan for the fuckers that want to wage war on the werewolf race.

I haven't told anyone, not even Gavin because I don't need any help. I'm capable.

I've been protecting the rogues all my life, on my own and this will not be an exception... I just need to find a strategy.

Ivan called my yesterday and there was a wolf found dead with a letter in his hands. He was a warrior of our pack and was murdered during patrols that night.

I told Ivan to send me the picture of this late warrior and the letter in his hands. I'm looking at the body and there’s something off about it... It looks alot as though the guy committed suicide.

He had his eyes tightly shut and his fucking mouth was blown up. He was shot in the mouth or rather, someone shot him in the mouth.

I'm not going to make any conclusions yet but a gun wasn't found at the scene. If he shot himself, his fucking soul didn't do away with the gun, did