Wes's POV
I think.. I think I've been blacklisted as I stand waiting at the gates of Crescent pack, the guards awaiting their Alpha.
It's by their calm presence alone that my suspicions raise, either they don't know, or they do and they're covering... well.
Alpha Damien takes his time, his steps slow as he approaches our awaiting figures, his guards at his back.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" he asks, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Rogues" I cut straight to it, Alpha Damien's eyebrows scrunching in surprise, in question.
"We tracked them from their attack on our borders, to here" I continue, Alpha Damien growing even more tense.
"Where?" he asks, serious now.
"About three hundred meters that way" I reply with a nod of the head.
Alpha Damien looks behind him before ushering some o
