Chase’s POV
Days before my son's birthday, there was an auspicious occasion I had to attend to. It was the 2nd full moon. It was a rare occasion and no one ignored it.
Also as the 2nd full moon of the year and all the packs were preparing to go on transitioning. All werewolves were warned to not exceed the boundaries of the werewolf kingdom. Anything beyond that line was seen as death. This was because, years ago a newly transitioning werewolf wandered down into the vampire side. He had his heart ripped out and he was dead within the twinkle of an eye.
The pack dwellings were arranged in a manner of strength. First it was my pack, the black moon pack, next was the east high pack ,after that was the other 3 packs.
It has been said that the person who lived at the far end of the pack
