Lucien was shaken awake by his mother. The Luna looked distressed, even more so than usual. “Lucien, wake up, we need to go.” She said loudly which further confused the sleepy Lucien. He growled and pushed her away, “give me a minute, will you?” He massaged his head, puberty wasn’t treating him nicely. He felt angrier than usual yet his wolf was still to show up. The mother still sat at the edge of his bed.
“The other packs, they are coming. Your father says we have 30 minutes. Start packing,” she said and got up. Her son was a hard one to console or give kindness to. He kept getting even unrulier as he neared his shifting age, the mother was full of anxieties about him. What kind of an Alpha he would make with that much anger? The answer was clear: the one that’s worse than the curre
