Pete POV
It was late winter, spring was just around the corner and moving north filled our days.
We sat down for a meeting at Max's office and went over the details.
Something that had filled a lot of my mind lately was how our plan could succeed. Usually when someone left a pack it happened by joining another pack. If not then a wolf went rouge. How did we avoid this? Since there was not already a new pack, but it had to be created?
"Pete!" Max's voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Did you hear what I asked?" I looked up at Max confused and a little ashamed.
"No, sorry ... I had my thoughts elsewhere. What did you ask?" Max looked at me inquisitively and then nodded.
"No, tell me what you worry about? I have the feeling that it is more important a number of pots!" I sighed and leaned b
