(Ares’ POV)
Had you told me a half-hour ago that I’d be considering joining a pack again, I’d have thought you were insane. It’s been a little over three years since our pack was attacked. We’ve been running ever since. Don’t get me wrong. Everything I told them was true. There was just one thing I had omitted. The Merc’s.
The Merc’s were like mercenary rogues. They'd been following us everywhere we went these past two years. They want something from us but we can’t figure out what. I’ve always thought they were the ones behind the attacks. Yes, attacks. As in plural. See my Dad, who was the Beta at the time, and the Alpha’s weren’t in the pack the night of the attack. We don’t know what happened to them but we all know they're still alive. We can still feel the pack-link to them. It’s
