<strong>Damian.</strong>

Days seemed to pass since Alokaye, the elder, visited my pack. Things were becoming strange around the surrounding communities, and I couldn’t help but wonder if war was upon the horizon.

Ivy had stirred the metaphorical black pot, and with the help of my brothers and her mother, they could keep her fed to prevent her going all out psycho.

The day I told her about my secret, I had expected her to return with more concern than she had, ...