It was moon and seemed to cast a foreboding light over the darkened woods as Alpha Damien and his warriors traveled to the border. There was nervous silence, one that would frighten even the most hardened guys. There was a sense of unease in the air as they searched the earth for Malcolm or his warriors.
Damien's eyes flashed gold in the dark as he struggled with the dirt. His chest heaved with anger. Where in the devil is he?
His Beta, Marcus, crouched at the foot of a tree, panting also. "Nothing," he snarled. "No scent, no trail. Like nothing ever was."
A warrior yelled. "Alpha! Over here!
Damien turned and strode in the direction of the noise. The fighter was standing next to a large, sealed envelope on a flat rock.
Damien grabbed it from him, his shaking stopping due to contained
