I watch the laptop screen intently as the five dots stop moving.
“Forest Hill.” Oli answers from the seat beside me, before I even have chance to ask. Not that I need to ask, the Forest Hill pack isn’t that far away from ours but I have never been there before, I’m not sure that my father has been there before either. We aren’t enemies, but we are most definitely not allies. I’m not sure that the Forest Hill pack has any allies to be honest. They generally keep to themselves, high on their hill, away from the rest of the werewolf world. It seems like they just want to be left alone to get on with things in their own way, and as far as I know most of the other packs do. Their Alpha’s reputation for being a cantankerous, old bastard had certainly preceded him, and he did not disappoint whe
