Joseph's POV.
"What a dump." I thought to myself as I looked around the cramped, musty room that I was standing in.
I was at 'The Happy Hound' waiting for Manfrid and the rest of his Lycan pack. Even though my darling son, Shaun, had managed to turn my pack and most of the humans against us, we still had a few loyal friends. Manfrid had his entire pack, except, of course, for his two top shoulders. One, he killed himself to get away from Shaun and the other wolves; the other one was killed by some of my former warriors. I had a few older pack members that were still loyal to me and still believed in the same principals that I did, and a few of the humans that have been in my pocket for as long as I could remember.
It was thanks to their loyalty that Manfrid and I were able to figure out
