They watched as the three cloaked men disappeared into thin air. They all had a golden hilt dagger strapped to their waist and their faces were covered. Javion could see them vividly in his head and he was very sure that he had seen them and it wasn’t just an imagination. They slowly got out from where they hid and began to make their way to the pack without a word to each other and just when they had almost reached the pack.
“Why aren’t you saying anything? What was that we saw just now? Are they hunters?" Hazel asked, baffled.
Javion looked at her and shook his head, “Tell Cecelia to meet me in the pack’s meeting room now,” he ordered. His eyes went all white as the air around them stilled.
He was trying to send a mass message to some pack members. After some seconds, his eyes returne
