Alexander's POV
At the end of the beautiful valley stood the forest, green and proud. We just needed to cross the river.
Emanuel led me down to a wooden swing bridge, which we would cross. It looked old and brittle, and I was unsure if it would hold our weight.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Pretty sure. We have been moving between areas for some time now. Just after the forest is your pack land's border."
They had been living between the Creeper pack and our pack. The Creepers used to run around our pack boundaries for years, but because this is the old packland of a previous Alpha, which dad claimed years ago, the Creepers didn’t come around here much, which had now become infested by rogues.
Tim, a brown wolf, had crossed the bridge first. When he had re
