Tristan kept walking about aimlessly in his study room as he could not get his mind off the new threat the werewolves were faced with now. He fell on the swivel chair but within a few minutes, he was seen pushing everything on the desk that had a flower vase, half drank champagne and an old photograph of him when he was still in high school. “This won't solve anything, Tristan!!” Zachary scowled as he stood at the door entrance looking at how frustrated and confused Tristan was. “Alpha Jeremy had his top pack warriors sent out this morning to go find whoever is behind this.” He mumbled. “For how long? How many more search parties does he have to send out there to find the perpetrator of such evil? Eight? Ten? Or even triple dozens of his so-called pack warriors? Huh?” Tristan growled, w