We were three, including me and Jake, so we just had one spy join us this night. It wasn't an official spying day, but my father doesn't want to lose any chance of finding out how to successfully destroy his enemies, especially this particular pack.
None of us knows why his hatred for them runs so deep in the core of his heart. The resentment reeks from both his eyes and voice each time he talks about them. I was sure they had done a really evil thing to him—something he would never forget and wouldn't rest till he saw their destruction.
Anytime I ask him why his hatred for them goes way deeper than for other packs, he will only grit his teeth and tell me that some day I will find out. Honestly, I don't really care.
Werewolves are our grave enemies, and that's all I know. We are born t
