At the entrance of the packhouse, we were met by the Alpha. He was an older man who probably should have been retired, but every pack had a different requirement for their next Alpha to take over. In Daylight Moon, the ranked members couldn’t take over until they either all found their mates or all reached a certain age. “Vanessa, I heard you brought guests.” He smiled. “Yes, Alpha. This is Oswald Becker, from the Daylight Moon pack, and Patty Dorvin, a spirit witch. I’m Oswald’s mate.” Vanessa replied. “Oz, Patty, this is Alpha Dean Walsh.” “Alpha, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” I said. “Thank you for letting me visit,” Patty murmured shyly. Alpha Walsh frowned. “You’re taking Vanessa from us, aren’t you, Mr. Becker?” “I’m afraid I am, Alpha. My family is in Daylight Moon and it

