Chapter 12 Death Calls

• GAEL’S POV
• The report in my hand seems to burn into my palm. There have been more deaths over the last two weeks. Now, I am beginning to look like a demonic Alpha wishing for the death of his pack members. I had stood my ground against hiring healers since our pack was devoid of one. The doctors, as suspected, couldn't come up with anything to help out. And Ezra seems to be keeping malice with me because of my response the other day. Everyone else cares about the pack more than I do. The door to the study opened, letting in Ezra.
• Huffing, I put the tablet on the table. "Took you long enough." I snorted.