Cleo
My father looked at me in confusion, before asking me, “Why would you ask me something like that? What does that have to do with my son’s death? Hell’s teeth Cleo, you killed your brother, and instead of providing me with any information on that, you instead choose to waste my time with questions about pack members who have left my pack in the past six years!”
By the time he had finished speaking he was practically shouting at me. The look in his eyes was one of pure hatred as he glared at me. It was evident to me that he thought I was still the same waste of space who had lived in his pack and irritated him to no end for so long.
“Alpha James, just answer the question please. Have there been any disappearances of young women in your pack during the time that Cleo asked you about,
