Issahil

Later that evening, we were gathered in the living room of the manor house: Alpha Matthias, my father, the pack and I.

The moonlight filtered through the tall, arched windows, casting an ethereal glow on the polished wooden floor. Shadows danced across the walls. 

We were sitting in a semicircle so everyone had a clear view of the table in the centre, where a large, detailed map was spread out.

“It's going to be a sneak attack,” my father was standing and facing us all and beside him, Alpha Matthias also stood. “But we can't just attack the moonville pack without first dealing with their rogue allies.”

“Moonville pack...