Deimos walks back inside quickly putting on a shirt. “Get dressed, we have something to do.” He instructs me.
“Do what Deimos?” I question him in return. His head moves to my direction.
“Do not question me, mate. Do what I say.” He replies in a stern tone, waiting for my defiance. With a huge sigh, I walk to my room to get ready. Questions swirl within my mind curious for answers. Rushing down the stairs I see the entire pack gathered in front of the main gates. Deimos in front and Ragon behind him. Everyone seems excited, chattering among themselves. I go ahead and stand to Deimos’s right. With one glance at me, he looks back to the gate. He seems nervous increasing my curiosity.
A black jeep comes to a halt in front of the gates. Silence smoothens across the pack but is disrup
