10 minutes later were all in the office, circled around the desk. A map in the middle, red X's and circles scribbled all over, discussing a next plan-of-action. Our community and pack were growing therefore we needed more territory. We've already made a few alliances with some of the smaller neighboring packs, but we still needed more land.
If we could just secure an alliance with the northern pack we would have all we need. However, the northern pack was more secluded, didn't like change, didn't necessarily want it. They are one of the biggest packs this country has and being allies with them would most definitely secure my packs survival. The packs name was the Artic Canis pack. They are a vicious, ferocious group of golden night stalkers. Night stalkers are three times the normal size of wolves, which means everything is bigger; muscles, teeth, claws. The fact the have golden fur means they have psychic abilities, magic, or both. Being allies with this pack, well no one would even try to fight the pack. I want my pack to be the first to be their allies. In a couple weeks I have alpha Dominus of the Artis Canis coming over for a meeting and I have to give him a really good reason as to why he should become allies with us. We are not small by any means, but smaller than them? Yes. Which means we have more to prove if we want to join them.
I have my guys in here discussing what we should do to impress Dominus.
"Alpha Dominus doesn't have a mate." Lachlan says.
"And?"
"Well if we were to somehow, say find his mate, would he not feel even a little bit obligated to our pack?"
"You men think of something.... I don't know, a bit more obtainable!" I exclaim, pound my fists on the heavy wooden table. "Dominus is centuries old, if he hasn't found her yet, then how would we?"
My gamma Chandler stands, finally voicing out after nothing but brooding silence. "I have something... crazy... you will not like hearing it but it is on the table, there have been rumors spreading amongst the country," he walks over to the window looking out into the forested landscape.
"What are these rumors Chandler? What have you been hearing?"
All attention is aimed towards him as he stares still out.
" Well there is talk of an unknown wolf gathering up an army. His plan supposedly is to take down a pack."
"Which pack would that be Chandler?!" I grew tired of his constant need to make any and all conversations so... dramatic.
"The Artic Canis pack." He says looking at my dazed face.
"No one knows who this idiot is? How exactly does he plan on taking down the biggest, strongest, impenetrable pack in the world?"
"He's using Half- breds."
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Werewolf"Give up, little mate. Your all mine and no one else to even touch or think about you the way I do." I whimpered and suppressed back a moan. His warm, electric breath fanned onto my neck, my wolf moaned in my head. She loved his possessiveness. His...
