Chapter 11. The Alpha Killer

Randall Meechum's POV

"Good to have you back home, Randall," he said as he buckled the seatbelt. "It's boring here without you." He smirked as he saw Mom and Dad standing on the front porch of the sprawling ranch-style home under the wide overhang of the roof. The house was connected underground to the houses surrounding it, and those passages contained additional storage and other rooms. "You sure kicked up a hornet's nest with your phone call."

"It can't be helped, I need Dad's help." Brent and Patricia had led the Sulphur River Pack, a strong and loving group of nearly a hundred people, for the past six decades and were still going strong. They were well respected among the American packs, bringing calm and reason to the discussions that could easily get out of hand. Each of us sons had been dragged to watch regional and national Alpha Council meetings, functioning as bodyguards for our sisters as the unmated searched for their other half. "Did you put together what I