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The rain came without warning, sending the pack running back inside for shelter. They gathered by the fireplace. No one knew quite what to say, but the questions in their eyes was clear. “What happened?”

No one could answer their questions better than their Alpha, so they all waited, patiently, but the extent of their patience thinned by the second.

That night, Asher stood in the middle of his pack members and told them everything; the rogue wolf from the morning Kihara was nearly attacked, and every bit of information he was able to gather from Daryl and the patrol guys.

“We’ve contacted the police,” Asher said. “And we hope they will be able to conduct their own investigations and fill the gaps we don’t know. Like why Chase had not met Daryl after school closed, and who he had run into or talked to in the space of their last period and closing hours.” Then he took a deep breadth that he let fall put of him in a deflated sigh. “I am sorry. I have failed to protect you, as your Alpha.