/His POV/

There was border diving each pack from the territories to avoid conflicts. The walls were high –made out of the most robust materials and, of course, the witch spell. And on top of them were very thin strings that Nate could see extending up in the trees.

From the vantage point, the Alpha stood with Sal, one of the beta guards overlooking the strange wolves –could easily smell them, but there were much hiding up in the trees. What did they want?

Werewolves and Hellhounds are always crossing each other paths, needed each other to produce the strongest breed but still never got along. The need for that...