Delaney

Two weeks had gone by, agonisingly slow. There was no word from my father and the rest of the alphas about anything unusual. The alpha kings had not uncovered anything surrounding the killings of Deborah and the other she-wolf. I had managed to avoid Elias, despite Nyra's and Maribel's endless attempts.

I was lying on a sisal mat outside in the backyard, basking under the warm sun. My mates were not around; they had left for a tour to one of the Kingdom packs for business. Despite them asking me to join them, I declined and chose to stay back at the estate. Nyra was seated on the bench...