Twenty four years ago.
The lights in the fields came on, as it signaled the beginning of the night. James Torres smiled as he walked by a group of sentinels hurdled together in the fields as they prepared don barbecue for the men’s night out. It was Friday, and as usual, the men of Mystic woods came together for their barbecue and beer, both werewolves and humans alike.
“I wonder when he would get here.” His friend, Nikolai Snr, as they fondly called the Alpha of Mystic Woods pack, said.
James sighed and shrugged. “Riley has always been a latecomer. I don’t think we would be expecting him. Even in the next three hours.” It wasn’t news that his you get brother always got distracted at any chance, making him lose focus.
Nikolai Snr patted his from on his back, drawing James’ attention to
