It was midday when the unfamiliar group approached the Ramsey mansion. They were dressed in black military garb, head to toe. They even wore patches with stripes and black berets. Evelyn and Faeden came close to the gate, demanding to know who they were and what they wanted. The alpha walked toward them with his arms out.
"Good evening! We're from Canada. We've been searching for some food and a place to stay for a few nights."
"You came all those hundreds of miles and didn't prepare?" Faeden asked. Another person walked beside the man.
"We came here specifically for you. You're the Ramseys, correct?" the woman soldier asked in an English accent. Her hair was tightly curled with chocolate cherry tints which went well with her ochre-toned skin.
"Yeah, we heard you Ramseys were plenty ho
