XAVIER
My hands ripped through my hair for the hundredth time as I strode through the fields into the Packhouse.
"Good day, Alpha," some passing maids greeted, but I barely heard them, barely even saw them.
My thoughts were tangled, and had been so for days now.
I always had loved tasking my brain, solving puzzles, connecting the dots. That was why my father had put me in charge of the pack's intelligence and strategy in the first place.
But nothing was fucking connecting in this case!
There were too many dead ends, too many trails and clues that eventually led to nothing.
First there had been my mother's poisoning, then Emma's poisoning. Next was Tyler's death and the fire at the Red Moon ball.
