His Conflicting Emotions

"Is this the last of them?"

Clarence’s voice rang out, drawing his underlings attention toward him.

He was pretty sure that all the hunters that littered the ground were all the ones present, but he wasn’t about to risk the chance of any still hanging around.

"Frank," he continued, spotting his beta close by. "Have you scouted the area?"

"Yes, alpha," Frank responded. "There are no more hunters."

Nodding, Clarence found himself beginning to relax. Great, there were no more hunters, so for now his pack was safe, but that didn’t necessarily mean that this wouldn’t happen again.

"You should take better care of protecting her."

The kitsune’s words echoed in his mind unbidden, causing a wave of conflicting emotions to begin to roll through Clarence.

"Fucking hell."

Letting out a string of profanities, he began to take in the area around him. Noting how all the tents that his pack mates lived in were in fact not safe if a serious threat were to come their way.

"Maybe it is time to relocate,