Chapter 12- Lucianna Cottle

The man in the photo looks serious with his mustache and muscular build, a piece of vintage metal tobacco on the line between his fingers and his round lips. The way he look on the camera tells me that his pose is nothing but domination.

“You look exactly like him,” I said before my eyes wanders at the two Alpha’s in front of me, sitting at the top of the study table in this old office of their father while drinking from the beer of can. No wonder that this man in the picture is none other than Gerri Gibbous, their late father and the founder of the Gibbous  pack.

His history wasn’t well known by wolf of our age but my mom told me about him when I was young. The Gibbous pack wasn’t those old civilization of wolves past from generations, Alpha Gerri Gibbous himself founded our pack in the middle of the war between the coalition of the wolves in this area. She told me that Gerri Gibbous was once an Alpha from an old pack in a far away l