**Razor**
For the past few minutes, I've been gazing at John's lifeless body, one of the young omegas in our pack. After returning from the mall with Isabella, Chris informed me that we had a problem. Someone had dropped a package at the entrance of our territory, and that package was John's body.
Of course, it could only be that bold and daring bastard, Damon Rollins, trying to mess with me. I ran a hand through my hair in frustration. So, it wasn't just a rumor; it was real. This guy was developing a device that the mafia could use to wipe out werewolves easily.
"He's here, boss," Chris's voice interrupted my thoughts.
I turned towards him, and he lowered his head slightly. "Tell him to get his ass in here now!"
Chris nodded and left the room, returning a few moments later with Louis, the pack doctor. Louis was a lanky man in his early forties and ran our pack hospital.
Louis quickly knelt and bowed down to the floor.
