In Dantes war strategy room, all the men were gathered already, their faces heavy with apprehension. It was not a thing of joy that brought them together at the moment, and sadly, this is not the first time they have gathered for matters such as this. Another pack had been attacked and rumor had it they were responsible as always. All they did was sit in the pack and now they were being blamed for something they had no hand in.
Dante walked in, with a long face. Leila was on his heels too. Now she had no more reason to doubt him, assuming she had doubted him before.
“Did anyone contact them recently?” Leila asked. The room was becoming cold, Alpha’s aura dropped to match that of all his subjects currently seated.
“This time, no.” Peckins answered.
“We became conscious of their tactics
