ELENA
The neutral ground is a clearing surrounded by ancient trees, with their branches for fingers that reach so low that it kisses the earth, their roots twisted and gnarled with time. It's been used for centuries as a meeting place between packs as it is a place claimed by no one and where no blood can be spilled without invoking the wrath of the Moon Goddess herself.
Or so the old laws say.
Alpha Jared arrives with a small contingent, just like us: five wolves, as agreed. When our eyes latch, he raises his arms, walking slowly toward us like he is surrendering, his men copy the movement.
"Luna Elena," he starts, "Beta Maxwell,” he nods, “Thank you for agreeing to meet with me. I know given recent events, this took considerable courage and I do not take it for granted."
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