ALPHA VICTOR
I just returned with Marlon after visiting some of our pack members who lived near the northern side of the territory. They were doing well, but I noticed a few wolves needed help fixing their homes after the last storm. I told them I’d send our warriors to help tomorrow morning.
As we walked back to the pack house, I heard a loud voice from a distance.
"How dare you give me something like that!" That was Jillian—my Luna.
Marlon and I both stopped.
"That’s your wife’s voice," Marlon said, narrowing his eyes.
I nodded and walked faster.
We turned the corner and saw Jillian standing in the middle of the yard, shouting at one of the young pack guards. Her eyes were wide, her arms flailing, and the poor guard was on his knees, shaking.
"You didn’t even check it! What ki
