Mason's POV
The early morning sun hadn't yet touched the treetops when I heard the commotion at the pack borders. I was in my office, reviewing patrol reports, but the sudden increase in activity outside caught my attention. Something was wrong.
I rushed out, my wolf senses on high alert. The scent hit me before I saw them - unfamiliar wolves, a lot of them. My pack members were gathering, tense and ready for a fight if needed.
As I approached the edge of our territory, I saw them. A group of about twenty werewolves, standing just beyond our border. They weren't attacking, but their presence was a clear challenge.
Lucas, my beta, was already there, keeping our pack members in check. "Alpha," he said as I approached, "they say they want to talk to you."
I nodded, keeping my face neutra
