Upon arriving at the Vandelorn Pack early in the morning, I observed several pack members darting away, appearing frightened. What was going on?
"Alpha Jayce," A man called out.
I turned to see Beta Taylor approaching. I never quite understood why Waylon appointed him as head Beta. He struck me as a peculiar, greasy little fellow, his hair slicked back and his suit impeccably tidy. It was hard to believe he had ever been in a fight in his life.
"Taylor," I acknowledged him.
''Welcome'' He said happily "Thank you for coming so early, the Alpha is expecting you in the council chambers. Is Beta Alina not accompanying you?"
"She’s still at the hospital, resting" I replied.
"Ah, yes," He nodded solemnly, "Such a tragic circumstance. Lycans are notoriously unpredictable. It’s no wonder th
