Itzal’s apartment was in a quiet part of the city, an area filled with large houses and luxurious apartment buildings. As he guided Amelia through the lobby of his building, Itzal thought about how strange that checkpoint had been on the road he used to leave the pack. Lately, many peculiar things had been happening, with checkpoints being set up on specific days when pack matters were being resolved, and many of the rebels’ missions being intercepted by the traditionalists.
Just a few days ago, Itzal had to deal with an ambush by the traditionalists on the isolated road the rebels used to transport the weapons that supplied their army’s arsenal. During all the years Itzal had held the position of alpha, they had never had any problems with that route, precisely because it was an isolate
