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Farok, Alpha of the Diek people of Walik paced his bedroom. He was supposed to be working, planning out his strategy. It was a cold world out in werewolf territory, and the moment his tribe seemed weak, or a little uninformed, the neighborhood tribes would have a field day with them.

It was common in Walik, and even more common in Renak for tribes to be raided by other werewolf tribes. Everyone usually turned a blind eye to that, as long as the raided tribe did not have any allies. The thing was, once a tribe was raided, it encouraged other tribes to keep raiding them until all the packs left there were scattered about, killed off, destroyed. As Alpha of Diek, Farok owed it to his people to protect them from such a fate.

It was not as though the Diek was close to facing such a fate, they were the most powerful tribe in Walik, and arguably in Renak too, but Farok never for once believed it would be a good idea to loose his guard.

And yet, he had his books and maps and journals