Evil is among us

Light- POV

These past few days have not been pleasent for my pack. My mothers' poodls were burried and she has been crying herself to sleep. My father, toren up between the safty of the pack and comforting my mom, has not been doing well either. And it has been almost a week since i saw or spoke to my mate.

Nights have been long and the days have been dreadful. These missing pups are yet to be found and their parents are on the verge of a mental break down. Where ever those rouges were hiding, it was impossible to find them. Their scent is everywhere, making it ten times harder to track them.

"SOON"

Those damn words have been haunting us ever since we found moms' poodls missing their heads. It was obvious that it was just the beginning.

Standing at my spot, in my fathers study, i was listning to our worriors plan a strategy and my father declining or approving lt. That question that sprank in to my mind at the scene of the poodls hasn't still been brought up. I had to know. They might