A WEEK LATER
MIKE
Perses was gone, dead, deader than dead. Deader than a doornail even, and thank f**k he was. The Earth had almost immediately sprung back to life, small shoots of green appearing in the cracked dried ground, stubbornly attempting to find purchase. The trees that had withered and closed in on themselves were slowly unfurling, their leaves and flowers cautiously peeking out. Devon had come over from the Mist pack when the rest of our pack had returned, as the future Alpha’s he and Zach would begin to lay foundations between the two packs. Of course nothing would be solidified until CeCelia, “the Queen Alpha” as Devon called her jokingly, signed off on it. They had also included me as I was an Alpha before I was altered, and while I knew Zach valued my opinion it seemed De
