Alpha Nicholas was sitting on the covered front porch of the guest house. He sat quietly, sipping coffee, listening to the soft sound of snowflakes settling on the ground around him. He inhaled the crisp night air and let the peace of his surroundings calm him. He had been here less than twenty-four hours and already understood why so many of his pack had come there to stay. It felt different than the pack.
In the Dark Moon Pack, there were always guards patrolling. While the pack members were free to roam about the pack at will, someone was almost always watching them. In the human world, no matter where you are, if you are surrounded by armed guards, your guard is up. It was the same thing with warriors constantly on patrol around the pack.
In the Obsidian Clan, there were no patrols.
