Malakar's POV.
I wait patiently for the packs to file into the meeting hall as my mind races wildly with the information I received regarding Malachai and the faction of hunters he recently joined. Avery, the alpha from the territory that Malachai is currently in, made them sound like some kind of cautionary tale - something elders would tell pups to scare them into behaving. According to Avery, they're vicious, violent, ruthless, and thirsty for blood - of the werewolf variety. He said that his grandfather really went through it with them, but that they've been quiet for some time now, keeping to themselves, training in their camp. Almost like they're busy preparing for something. Avery and his pack keep a close eye on them, but they're careful not to provoke them unnecessarily. Honestly, the whole thing has me scared, especially now that Malachai has joined them - he doesn't need a group of fanatics to fuel his hate into anything more than what it already is.
Through the growing cro
