The next day dawned quietly, the morning light filtering through the windows of my room as I packed my belongings. It seemed the feast and gathering with the delegations had kept them all occupied, and Alpha Haynes had yet to return. His absence didn’t bother me; in fact, I welcomed it. It gave me the time I needed to prepare.
As I folded the last of my clothes, a document on the edge of the bed caught my eye. It was a proposal for an alliance with a group of wolves I hadn’t bothered to review. Something about them seemed suspicious, and I hadn’t wanted to waste my time on it. But now, as I held it in my hands, unease stirred in my chest. This report said that Leila trusted them, but from my knowledge, I knew she was not affiliated with any pack. No, it was not a pack... just a group of wolves whose aim, as per this document, was to gather powerful packs for the peace of the continent.
It was... too good to be true. But then, some were idealistic, were they?