Lucas's POV
We got to Red Moon in record time. All three of us were gasping for air which only confirmed exactly how fast we had ran - as a general rule it is a rare event werewolves get out of breath.
The Red Moon Pack were a half decent size. They were no threat to Creluean Moon Pack but the three of us on our own were more than easy to handle with what they had. We had reached the territory border and had slowed right down. Our scent would have got to their patrol before we did so when we got there, we were met with with half a dozen wolves, one was in human form so that we could communicate. I shifted and was handed a pair of shorts by the man opposite me. I slipped them on quickly.
"May we help you?" Said the guy. He was polite but wary of who we were and what we wanted.
