As I stood on my balcony thinking about all this, I became more and more impatient.
I couldn't help it... There was just something so exciting about Phoebe. I couldn't quite place my fingers on what it was— maybe it was simply because of how refreshingly different she was compared to other werewolves.
Or maybe it was something else.
The point is, I'll never know if these morons killed her so suddenly.
Without a word, I jumped out of the balcony, landing on the ground below.
Rowland, who'd been silent after my outburst at him, rushed to the edge of the balcony and began questioning me. "Negan, what are you doing? A– Are you–"
"Stay out of this, Rowland," I stated calmly, my lips curling into a cold smirk as I imagined all the things I'd do to Delta Asher if he didn't successfully kill the Alpha.
After walking into the night, I blurted to Rowland's hearing. "I'm going to inspect the Delta's so-called plan."
