It didn’t go as smoothly as I’d hoped.
The ex-members of Willow Pack, especially those originally from Moon Stone Pack, were divided. Some of them, understandably, felt like they were being toyed with—told to uproot their lives yet again after finally finding some sense of stability. The most vocal and, frankly, irritating of them all was my own father.
Once the Alpha of Moon Stone Pack, he had led a small, tight-knit group of only about sixty wolves before joining Willow Pack in preparation for an imminent hunter attack years ago. It was a strategic decision that saved lives, but it also bruised his pride—being absorbed into another pack, especially one led by a younger Alpha, had never sat well with him. And now, with the proposed merge into the Black Moon Pack and alliance with Onyx,
