Alpha Regan, of the shadow pack injected, said, “The chosen one? I thought that was just a myth long forgotten.” She was one of the few women I could call friends and the only other alpha female in the universe. Her hair was dark brown and was constantly piled high on top of her head. Rafael the rodent finally squeaked with a horrible smile, “No, the legends are true, the chosen one lives and we need to find him or her first.” Rafael challenged his own leader, Kane, to a death-defying duel conclave, and he emerged victorious, claiming the title of alpha for the Black Blood pack. Naturally, the combat was unfair as Sheila, Kane’s partner, had already used wolfsbane to poison her partner. You see, the little bitch wanted Rafael to be the alpha and was having an affair with him. I found it incomprehensible that she could turn on her partner in such a manner. To be honest, I didn’t understand why the hell Rafael got one of the twelve seats on the council; if you were to ask me, he was not
