"Who are you? Why are you trespassing on my territory?"
A man in his late forties appeared behind a large tree. Five more wolves joined him and bore their canines to us.
"P-please," Alice begged them. "We don't mean any harm. We only crossed this land because we were being chased. We're sorry for trespassing, sir."
The white wolf who tackled Alice let her go and shifted into a man. He looked intently at Alice as if fighting something within him.
"Where did you come from, and who was chasing you?" the older man asked.
"We're from Greyhound Pack," Alice replied.
Suddenly, a loud growl erupted from the man who shifted recently.
"That bastard's pack!?" he growled.
"Calm down, Jean. We need to know how they came here and stuff. Take them to the pack for interrogation," the
