*First Person's Perspective*
~Alpha Lucas~
Slade, Alpha of the neighboring pack had called me in for a meeting. I told Marcus about it, but he claimed to have bad feelings about it
“You shouldn't go there Lucas, you know how that man is sick in the head” he reminded but I waved it off dismissively
"Don't worry about that, Marcus. I'm sure he just wants to talk" I said but he remained Adamant
“He has something up his sleeve, Lucas, I just know it" He said
“Well, it would be rude of me to decline a friendly invitation, wouldn't it?" I asked and rose to my feet
“I'll go with you then, and we will take a lot of guards along with us" He said and I simply rolled my eyes
“Marcus, will you relax? Slade can't do anything to me, that would only mean that he's asking for war, wouldn't it?"
