JERRY
I stepped out of my car, my boots pressing against the dirt road of the Golden Claws Pack’s territory. The pack was massive, almost as big as my own Dark Crest Pack, but something about it felt… different. The lights from the pack house glowed brightly, the sound of music and laughter filled the air, but I couldn’t shake off the strange feeling settling in my chest.
William, my wolf, spoke in my mind. “Alpha Jerry, this place is huge, just like ours… but don’t you feel it?”
I frowned, glancing around. “Feel what?”
“It’s dark,” William growled. “There’s something off here.”
I scanned the area. The people celebrating inside the pack mansion seemed unaware of anything wrong. Warriors stood near the entrance, talking amongst themselves. Everything appeared normal, yet William was
