* Alpha Daemon *
"You seem to be in a good mood despite the enemies in the borders."
I look up to the face of my uncle. His brows furrowed, and he was worried. After the fight with Alpha Rosmund, now there are rogues on our borders. Another reason why he is restless as the beta of my pack.
"Come on Uncle, those are just small fry rogues. You can handle it, and I don't feel any powerful presence near our territory."
We scouted the area yesterday and caught just two rogues sniffing outside the borders. And they wouldn't talk despite being beaten.
That much was true. The fools are silent. My uncle didn't move.
"That's what bothers me," he said after a moment. "Rogues don't just wander this close unless they're desperate... or they are being sent."
My fingers stilled on the map. Sent, y
