CHAPTER HUNDRED AND EIGHTY - SEVEN - HE IS ALWAYS WATCHING.

At the site where Mateo’s parents lay buried, their resting place a constant reminder of the loss and betrayal that tore his pack apart, a presence was. Standing at the foot of the gravestone, a lone figure with a nefarious grin. “It’s a shame you can’t see what’s become of your pack,” the figure whispers, their voice cold and calculated. “How your brother has let it fall into such disarray. It makes my work all the easier.” He trace his finger along the inscription on the grave, his smile widening. “But don’t worry, I’ll make sure he joins you. Not now, but soon. Soon enough.” The figure leaned closer to the grave, his face contorting into a twisted grin. “It seems your brother is still up to his old tricks,” he hissed. “Oh, the irony. Your brother, the Alpha, is after your son. Mateo might be fighting for his life as we speak.” The figure rubbed his hands together, a sinister glee in his eyes. “What if he’s already dead? What if he’s joined you in the afterlife?” His chuckles