Griffin's POV
"Griffin, we have a problem." Alec says as he bursts through my door.
"What is it?" I snap.
"I have the Blood Rose Clan's leader on the phone, he says he has to talk to you."
"Okay, which line?"
"Second."
I nod and signal Alec to sit down.
"Hello?" I say into the phone.
"Alpha Griffin?" A deep voice questions.
"Yes, what's it to you?"
"I'm Derek Rocan."
"I'm familiar with you, Blood Rose Clan leader. But why the hell are you calling me?" I growl.
"You have something of ours."
"Excuse me?"
"You've taken one of my members."
"I'm sorry but you're mistaken. We have no prisoners at the moment."
"Liar! Give her back or we'll be forced to take her back."
"Take who back?"
"Don't play dumb with me, you know exactly who."
"I don't have time for this. I said it once and I'll say it again, we have no prisoners at the moment."
"Fine, but you leave us no choice but to attack and get her ourselves." He says before hanging up.
"What the hell?" I yell.
"Should I prepare the warriors?"
"Yes, but we also need to change patrol patterns and add more runs to the system."
Alec nods before walking out the door.
Who could he have been talking about? He said it was a girl, but we don't have any Hunters in my pack. If we did, I would know.
I pull out stacks of files.
Roman, gather the highest and oldest pups in your training group. I mind link.
Part of a pack warrior's job is to train the pup on how to fight.
By pack standards, you're a pup until your eighteenth birthday.
For what? Roman mind links me.
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Teen FictionPhoenix; a badass werewolf hunter. After one mission gone wrong, her dad forces her into a temporary retirement. She unknowingly moves into the center of the Wolf Claw Pack's territory. Griffin; sexy, possessive Alpha. He met his human mate, Veroni...
