Marked by fate
I don't recognise the number this time, but I answer anyway.
“Hello? Alpha Grey's phone. Who's speaking, please?”
“Hello? This is Alpha Gascoigne of Eclipse Pack. To whom am I speaking, please?”
Alpha Gascoigne? I don't recognise the name, but I know of Eclipse. They're a small pack down south.
“Good morning, Alpha Gascoigne. This is Luna Zahra of Shadow.”
“Oh, thank the Goddess,” he exclaims.
The hairs on the back of my neck rise, and Zanthe instantly goes on alert. The relief in his voice is palpable.