Chapter 12: Punch

***Bryan***

It took me five minutes to arrive at the pack house. Alpha Westby Mo was shouting orders. The warrior wolves taking every command he threw at them.

“Yes sir!”

Their voices echoed through the pack house. With that they storm out in a hurry.

“Where are they off to?”

“You are here?” Westby asked without lifting his head and ignoring my question. He stood with his hands in his pocket looking at the fire place.

“What’s going on? Why did you send that kid to drag me out of the house at this time of the night?”

He sighed. “If you had moved to the pack house when I told you to, I wouldn’t be sending a kid to come get you.” He lifted his head to look at me now. “A dead body was found in our territory. Before you ask. No, it wasn’t one of ours. The corpse belongs to the Anderson pack. We suspect he was stabbed in the heart before his body was thrown into the sea.”

My eyes narrowed. It was a shock to me. I haven’t gone for hunting for a while now. I decided to lay low after th