Maya's POV
A month after Tvso the Royal Dragon showed up, Alpha Gene came to me with a problem. He had an alliance with a neighboring pack that required my help.
"Maya," Alpha Gene looked between Joe and me. "How long would it take for you to train a horse to respond to rogues?"
"Depends on the horse, two months may be less given ones that already dislike the smell," I shrugged. I was in the barn, Baron in cross ties standing next to me. Joe on the other side.
"There is a pack to the north, one that is having huge rogue problems." He glanced at Joe. "There have been several deaths, mostly humans but a few lower-ranked wolves have died." His aged blue eyes showed sadness. He was a man I noted that encouraged life, not death. "I hate to ask but could you go to them and help?"
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