Chapter 110

Worried about Foden looking stiff without saying a word, Dylan shook him hard.

“What the hell Foden? Why are you so quiet?” he inquired, as his eyes took in the bloody fur.

Snatching the letter from his hands, Dylan’s heart stopped as he read through the letter.

Dylan! Dylan!! Dylan!!!

My dear Dylan,

It’s always so amusing to get the better of you. I thought you were tagged as the most capable and fast-thinking Alpha, but no one told me you could be this slow-witted too.

How dare you send a spy don’t to my pack to keep a check on me. Whatever made you think I wouldn’t find out? How dumb can you get?

I guess I am beginning to talk too much. The fur in that package belongs to your man, Mark, and I must commend; he is a loyal servant to the core. He never ratted you out as painful as the torture was, and he did take a toll on my men before eventually giving up the ghost.

A friendly advice; give him a