“What the hell is going on in here?” Alena asked, confused why there were so many people crowding in the room. It looked like all of the packs’ council members were gathered at this meeting.

Alena’s pack was only one of the three hundred that lived around the castle. And her pack had been living together in peace for about two centuries now. Ever since Alena’s father died leaving her in charge of the Kingdom of the Werewolves and the territory, they had been living peacefully and slowly moving into their own territory. Now it would be only a matter of time before they move out of the small town,...