Little Clues Everywhere

His anger was directed more at himself than at anyone else, and since he was full of shit and would rather bury himself alive than ask anyone for help, he kept ransacking through his mind when, how, and where he started losing his shit.

He was more of do it and do it, by himself. At least back then.

Right now, thinking for the past few days, he could see that he has slacked in most of his duties, either delegating them to Alpha Ciandra, Beta Pierre, and the elders. He had to get back on the game before the pack thought he was a pushover.

But how could he when his mind was in a loop with the same question? “Who kill them?”

It wasn’t Alpha Alphonso and he was devastated more than he should have. The death of John and Alpha Karl had come like a tsunami into him and to make it worse when he asked his beta, he informed him he had no hand in it.

He didn’t believe Beta Pierre, and after ten minutes of pushing, Beta Pierre flipped, claiming, he was right, Alpha Ciandra has built a home in