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He sure needed it. A few seconds later, he was standing up straight, looking much better than he was when he first got in here. “There’s something you need to know,” he starts with that. “Get on with it,” “For a while now, we have been noticing some weird movements around the pack. We have no idea what is going on in particular but the movements seem too strange and hard to track down. It has been all over.” My mind suddenly shifts to Kira. She was here not too long ago. Could it be that he was referring to her without knowing? I hope not. Because thinking about what he said, it has been happening all over the pack and she was in just one place.

I asked. “Alright.” He asked with a weird smile. “What’s the name of this pack again? I completely forgot.” I say. And he chuckled. “It’s the Gray Moon Pack.” He says. “Okay. So, Beau is the Gray Moon Pack, Tyler is the Blue River Pack, Tristan is the Clear River Pack and Owen is the Hidden Moon pack.” I said. “And you grew up in the Hidden Moon Pack?” He asked. “Yeah.” I say. “Well, it sounds a little pretentious.” He says.

The pack is shrinking. We are the last pack. Very long ago, packs used to fill these mountains and forests, but war with humans and sickness wiped most of us out. Now, we survive in hiding, cut off from others, clinging to what we have left. As far as we know, no other packs remain nearby. In some ways, it is better; there is no need to share our women. But it also means we are alone, fighting to keep our bloodline alive as we battle humans. I won’t share Emily, ever. She's my special treasure. I laid her on the bed and closed the door behind me.

A rock from the middle rose to the surface. An ancient stone with a book in it. Erick looked at his four subordinates who were also looking at him. "I think you guys also feel that the last few days have been tough. Isn't that right?" cried Mr.Erick for the first time starting the conversation between them. The four subordinates nodded in agreement. They came not without reason, but because they had felt strange the past few days. Erick took the book they got when they found the 3 children at the same time. Not by chance, but they believed that the three of them were entrusted to them for a great reason.

Until one day, at the edge of a cliff, he heard the howls of a wolf pack. From the shadows, I stepped out, confused. I could no longer recognize the man in front of me. He no longer looked human.

Ashleigh Barker spotted him and waved enthusiastically from where she sat with Pippa Mallory. “Oh god no,” Rhett said under his breath. Ashleigh and Pippa were low-ranked in the pack and two or three years younger than the Triquetra and had always gaped at them with the blend of hero-worship and fear that was typical of a lot of the pack. It would give them a thrill to be the source of his meal, he was sure, and that was just a little too weird. He wasn’t sure that his stomach could take it after the espresso incident.

“Y-you’re intentionally starting a war! That’s against all the rules. Even with the Alpha King as your backing, it will enrage every other pack!” Damien’s eyes roamed over Hunter before flicking toward me. He shook his head, as if to say, after all these years, your judgment is still as poor as ever. He pulled out a stack of documents and threw them at Hunter. “Take a look. Illegal drugs, unauthorized trades, trafficking women—any one of these is enough to get you killed multiple times. I’ve come under the Alpha King’s orders to eliminate this pack’s cancer. You.” Hunter snatched the documents. His face went pale. His fists clenched, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

He gently lay me on the bed and tucked me in. I reached my hands out as he leaned in planting a light kiss on my forehead. “I will be right back; I am going to get some files from my office.” He threw on shorts before he left. I grabbed my laptop off the table. Opening it, the screen lit up. I clicked on my favorite news station. As the site opened, the headlines flashed “More killings, kidnappings, and Strange Symbols Rock Packs.” I sucked in a breath. This has to stop. I read the article, three wolves in Black Moon pack, one in Dark Night pack. As the killings were listed according to packs, I noticed one name was not there, Shadow Pack. I looked through the list again. Shadow Pack was not

he stated — it immediately set off a trigger in my brain, and I became aware of how insulted I am. “Are you aware that the man you’re meeting up with could very well be one of the unusual werewolves who killed that are in the area?” “He’s a member of Kade’s pack . . .” “That’s exactly what I’m referring to here. I have a strong suspicion that his pack is the one making mistakes due to their excessive levels of envy over his accomplishment.” His statements interjected themselves into our conversation, and the whole thing seemed so absurd that it made me giggle.

However, my hand stops while signing the fourth file. "What are you looking at?" She asks. "I am sorry I didn't want to stop but suddenly I noticed something unusual in one of the files." I answer not looking at her. "What's this?" She asks dismissing the shewolves. "Umm, I have heard most of the pack names around the world, but this one is new to me." I reply while showing her the file. I don't know why but something about the pack is making me feel uneasy. However, I can't tell if it's a good uneasy or bad uneasy.