***[POV: Frustrated Gamma's Son]***
Three days. Three fucking days since Chad he'd handle the Rimecoat problem, and I still didn't know if anything had actually happened. Someone had supposedly pulled off planting his little 'training accident'... and still no word from his 'allies' about whether their Alpha was even hurt by it.
I paced around the edge of the training grounds, kicking loose stones. Watching younger pack members practice basic forms. Their movements were sloppy, unfocused.
They'd rather be talking about pack business they shouldn't even know about. Everything about this place felt like it was falling apart. While we sat here doing nothing but wait on information from *rogues*.
"Still sulking about your missing mate?"
Chad's voice cut through me like a jagged piece of metal in the rapids. He was leaning against a tree, rock in hand that probably skittered over after my boot smashed it.
