ASHER’S POV

The next day, I stood in the center of my office with glass of bourbon in my hand it this point, it was the only thing that was keeping me from losing my mind completely.

What exactly was going on with my pack? Was it something about me? Why were things happening like this? When I was still young and my father was the Alpha, nothing like this ever happened. There was never a plague. There was never someone that had enough guts to impersonate and frame the Alpha, or to even attack his mate.

I began to pace as I realized that the problem was coming from...