Warren
Me and my dad came over to Dark Moon for a sit down with Alpha Brendon and his Betas. Hayden didn’t come because my dad wasn’t comfortable leaving the pack unprotected. He almost did this meeting over video call, but he said he was probably being paranoid, and opted to get out of the pack house to clear his head. So I came along.
His paranoia is understandable. The hunters have been quiet for a couple of months and all of a sudden they attacked two official packs back to back. Except for Jerrand’s pack, they have always attacked small rogue groups. This situation has everyone on edge.
“I’ve already upped our patrol.” My dad says.
“Us too,” Alpha Brendon tells him. “The pups aren’t going to be too happy that we are putting a stop to their extra night events.” Brendon’s eyes fl
