Samson, the Heir to Blue Maple Pack
He pulled his car up to the gate. It was normally just opened for them in advance, the gate guards could sense him coming back to the pack, kept a feeler out and had the gate open already for them. They only did this when one of them wanted to speak with him or a member of his unit. It made them slow down and stop.
He wound the window down and looked at the man. “What’s wrong Holland?” he asked.
“Visitors to the pack just after 1pm, I let them through even though they're not allied to the pack,” Holland stated.
Samson frowned. “Why would you do that?” That was just as dangerous as leaving rogues to wander the pack territory.
“King’s Eyes, they rode down the pack road and stated they’d been riding for a few days, needed to rest their horses before mo
