Rhyson
“So you think Morven left the mountain and killed your brother,” the alpha on the computer screen said. Unlike most wolves I knew, and most wolves I’d seen on the mountain, Elonso kept his hair cropped short. He must have shaved it every day to keep up with it. His expression was distrusting, but it was obvious he was interested in my story.
If Elonso was Morven’s second, I didn’t trust him at all. Troy swore that Elonso worked his way up as Morven’s second with every intention of taking him down when he got the chance, and not out of loyalty. Since he was alpha and Morven was dead, I guessed his plan had worked.
“I know the exact month. You would have been his second then. To your knowledge, did Morven leave the mountain?” I asked.
“Hard to say,” Elonso said dryly. “My memory h
