The Fury of a Pack Warrior

Prologue

Ryder’s P.O.V.

I stared down at the letter. I’m not even alpha yet and my dad is making me deal with alpha business. Specifically, the things he doesn’t want to deal with. Like this letter. It’s addressed to my father from my cousin. He would have taken over as being alpha now. I will soon for my pack.

I slowly tore it open and hesitated before reading the printing.

 

Dear Alpha Charles,

        I know I might be taking time out of your busy daily life by sending you this letter, but I hope that you would please pay attention to it.

        As you may already know, I have taken over as being alpha for my pack. My father left me a mess to clean up. A very big mess. As to why I wrote this letter, I need your help with rouges.

        We are being overwhelmed with trying to fight them off out land. I fear for my packs safety every day. Please help. We have lost too many already.

                                        Sincerely, Alpha Jackson.

Rouges are a serious problem. I really wish that I could help my cousin. I can’t leave here though. I’ll be alpha in a week. This job could take months.

“Knock, knock.” Someone said as they opened my office door.

“Valerie!” I smiled at my younger sister. She walked over to my desk and sat in a chair across from me. She threw her feet on top of my desk and flung her head back.

“I am existed from all that training,” she sighed.

I chuckled, “Well it is your job as pack warrior to train all of the newbie’s.”

“I like kicking ass, but this is just pure torture.” She looked at me with a serious face.

I just rolled my eyes and leaned back in my chair, “trust me, alpha business is way worse.”

“Oh really?” She raised her eye brow.

“Oh yes!” I laughed.

“Maybe we both should just take a vacation.”

I shrugged, “maybe.”

Then it hit me! Not literally, but I swear a light bulb went off above my head.

“What are you thinking?” Valerie asked me.

“Nothing why?”

“You have that look like you just got a brilliant idea.” She narrowed her eyes.

“Well you can go pack your bags.” I smiled.

“Why?” She fake laughed.

“You are going on vacation to visit our cousins.”

She beamed at me before sprinting out of my office. Valerie is our best fighter, our pack warrior. She could most defiantly be the right person to help Jackson with his rouge problem.

I took out my phone and emailed him. Emailing is faster. I don’t understand why he sent a letter.

Dear Alpha Jackson,

        I am sending someone to help you. Pick them up at the airport tomorrow.

                                        Sincerely, Almost Alpha Ryder.