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CHAPTER 65

Author: Moon Runner
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-31 21:22:27

THIRD POV

Morning light crept through the high windows of the pack house, but it did nothing to soften the heavy mood inside. The mood was still tense.

Alpha Alec marched down the hallway, anger rolling off him in sharp, dangerous waves. His boots struck the floor in hard, fast steps, each one echoing his foul mood. His temper was off the roof...he had to hold himself together and and at least prove he had it all together.

His jaw was clenched so tight it ached, and his shoulders were stiff with tension.

Delta Scott hurried beside him, struggling to keep up with Alec’s long strides. Scott had been awake most of the night, just like the Alpha, and it showed in the dark circles under his eyes. Still, he stayed alert, ready to answer anything Alec asked...it was his duty after all.

The Alpha's mood was already terrible, and failure to give him answers to any of his questions would definitely not end well for Scott.

“What about after I left?” Alec demanded without slowing down, like he
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