Chapter 143. To Get Shem

Cynthia prowled angrily and restlessly in the small room of the makeshift tent. An hour had long passed, and the call she put across was not going through. Was the life of the second Alpha of the pack not important? Was he not the BBA's brother?

Except... Except if the BBA wanted him dead so no one could contend his position with him. If the BBA died, this young man would be the next Alpha automatically.

Could it be they have a rivalry between them and she, Cynthia, was helping to eliminate one of them?

“No. That's foolish. He was a part of the BBA's men when I was with him and they didn't seem like they had any tension between them,” she answered her inner thoughts.

Shem groaned and moved his neck. He was tied to a chair, unconscious as he was. He was regaining consciousness and Cynthia did not want that.

He opened his eyes, his vision blurry and thin.

“What's...”

“Sleep,” Cynthia ordered darkly. Shem shook his head violently, as if trying to refu