Merging Packs

We used to be an honored pack in the werewolf kingdom. One that demanded respect. Now, we’re nothing. My pack is barely a fourth of what it was. And of that fourth most are disabled. Some have missing limbs, others have lost eyes, and all of them have some sort of mental illness as a result. A few have PTSD but there are a good number that have depression as well. Some poor folks ended up with both. Werewolf wars never end well. Werewolves are a proud people and don’t take well to threats and bad mouthing. I was only a child when this started. My father said the Gray Walkers kidn*pped my mother and had threatened to take me as well. That was the official declaration of war. I’ve had my doubts about the legitimacy of it. It’ll be interesting to see what Alpha Williams has to say. If he really has my mother then all of this was caused for a reason. If not, it was all for nothing. Of course, I haven’t actually seen Williams in a year or so. My beta, John, gave him a nasty and deep bite to his leg. Rumors are Williams has a permanent limp from it. This war has messed up so many things. I have yet to find my mate. The mated couples in my pack have mostly been destroyed by the loss of their loved one. Thankfully, the few kids of the pack remained safe and ignorant of the war going on. They have never seen the battles and are never allowed to see pack members until they’ve been treated for their wounds. Of course they have questions. Questions that give me pause. Questions I have no real answer to. But as long as they remain free from these terrors, I have hope. If all goes well, we’ll be able to rebuild in peace. I can bring the pack back to our respected position. I’m barely twenty-five and yet I feel so tired. So weary of this. Without John the pack would’ve been doomed. I don’t know how to repay him. He lost his best friends, his mate, and was left to raise me. And then he returned to Beta status once I took over at sixteen. Seems unfair to him but he was the one that pushed me to accept it. I only did it for him. And now both my pack and the Walkers have agreed to peace talks mediated by the King, I don’t know what to expect. I should be on guard and take everything with a pound of salt. But I’m willing to agree to anything if it means the war is over.