Alpha Cowell sat gracefully on his enormous silver throne with his aura filling the whole hall in the pack building. On top of his head sat a golden throne to represent his status. Elders and his associates were also seated and they waited for him to make his speech which he had called them for.

"Great Lock Hearts pack!" He greeted them.

"Your highness!" They hailed and bowed their heads in respect.

The King made himself comfortable on his seat and cleared his throat. "We got a threat ...