Phil's POV
The night felt heavy, and the silence around was thick as I left the Alpha's room. I had finished what I needed to do that day, answering every of Ray's calls, running errands just as he wanted, assisting in meetings, and all the while acting like a loyal Beta.
But deep inside, I had other things in mind.
The secret he had allowed slip up when he was drunk at my house.
A hidden supply. Weapons for more than a thousand people.
If it was true, it meant power for whoever has access to it. If it was true, Pamela had to be told.
But I didn't want to just go to her with words. I needed to see it myself first. I need to confirm if it exists.
The pack house was covered in darkness, I had gone back inside quietly. Walking softly and carefully through the large hallways.
First, I went to Ray's room. If there was a secret, he would keep it nearby. I checked the walls, feeling for an empty sound. An echo. Nothing
