Bad dreams

*Blood Moon Pack*

No one dared to look at the two men. Once, some omegas had stopped to watch an exchange between Jared and an elder.

To cut the long story short, those omegas had been flogged mercilessly in front of the packhouse.

The news had spread like wildfire throughout the pack just as Jared had wanted it to. To him, the pack was already disorderly and this was his way of bringing them back to orderliness.

So the werewolves walking on the road tried to mind their business to not get into trouble.

Calix, on the other hand, shook his head when Jared left his question hanging and walked away.

He contemplated walking away too and leaving the alpha to his fate or going after him. He finally decided on the latter and he quickened his pace to catch up with Jared.

They walked in silence and when Calix saw that they were heading to the packhouse, he raised a brow,

"Aren't you going to see the warriors? You promised to meet them today."

"Later, Calix. Later." Jared sighed. His voice