FRANCESCA'S P.O.V
In my office stood four people, or six with me and Simon. There were Savannah my Delta, my third Lionel, the pack's trainer, and undoubtedly one of our best warriors, Jackson. And at last, there was the packs head tracker, Katie. I and Simon were the youngest of all of us, but we were very well respected.
I nodded at them and went to sit behind my desk. “So update me,” I said in a professional tone as I folded my hands on my desk. Jackson was the first one to take the word, “Our patrols have spotted more and more rouges trespassing. We have tried to keep them away, but they don’t seem to take the hint.” He looked concerned while he said that.
Those rogues have been quite the problem lately. There was nothing the pack couldn’t handle, but still, rouges who crossed the
