More trouble

MILES

“What do you suggest we do now? We can't possibly tell her about the bodies and the unrest in the pack. It would only make her scared,” Mike said, leaning on the window with his arms folded. Mitch was going through a last-minute mail he was supposed to have attended to.

I'd never met someone as lazy as our last born. Don't inform him I called him that, though. He always gets cranky whenever we address him as the last child.

“We aren't getting anywhere with the investigation. The person doing all this is good. I will give them credit for it. They could hide in the shadows without getting caught,” Mitch said, his gaze on the system.

“The elders aren't helping matters at all,” I sighed, placing my head on the desk. “I doubt we could keep this from her for a long time. If we don't sort things out now, it would be disastrous later.”

“Yeah, that's right.” Mitch closed his laptop, sighing as he relaxed on the couch. “Finally. I thought I wouldn't be able to complete this on time.” H