It was Simeon alright.

He was lying there pale on the ground with an open wound on the back of his head. No one needed a crime specialist to know how he had died. A blunt object had been used to knock him out and the bruises on his neck was indicative of being strangled.

Someone had murdered him in cold blood and in daylight.

Who was with the Alpha then?

My blood ran cold; I had told the Alpha that it was alright for Simeon to follow him. The man with the Alpha was not Simeon, he was an ...