Café Luna

2

Trevor's POV***

I'm shoved rudely awake by Mason, who's pulling into the first neighborhood of the pack territory. I stare out the sleek window practically wagging my tail. Now that I'm here, I can't stop thinking about reuniting with Hailey. This is the only thought that circles through my mind as I watch a too familiar white Lexus pass by. "That was her! That was Hailey's car! She gave me a tour of that very car when she got it for her last birthday!" I jump in my seat, trying to turn around to watch the car continue its drive.

Mason screeches the car to a halt and I flip around in surprise from the throwback. "What the hell Man!" I whimper out rubbing my head, where it hit the windshield. I look over at Mason to see him glaring at me.

"Don't. Yell. In. My. Car. Got it?!" He growls out in a low voice. I look away from his chilling gaze, sitting back down in the seat.

"Sorry Mason." I look ahead out the window watching the familiar houses pass by as we head to the pack house. The small mansion is located a little way into the woods. Mason asks me what I know about the pack and I fill him in from what he missed at the meeting back home.

"If I remember correctly, the Packhouse is mainly used for meetings, but it also houses the orphans of the pack until they get adopted by families. The last I checked, the Clawthorne pack was filled with a little over four hundred people, including the woman, children, and the elderly."

Mason interrupts me with a slow whistle, "Wow, they're a little on the small side..." I immediately agree with him.

"Yes, they used to be a very big pack before the Great Depression happened. The Great Depression caused a lot of wars between several packs, which killed tons of people as you know. Anyway, the people of Clawthorne aren't really known to be outright vicious, they're more of the smart and observant type. Their wolves aren't that big either, so they aren't as strong as us, but their smaller form does give them a way better advantage of stealth, and speed. During the wars, the Clawthorne's would fight their opponents with two or three going on one, that way they would take the enemy off guard. Right now, we're at peace with them, because of the recent treaty your father made with Alpha Brent. And because of the rogues that have been crossing in and out of their territory, they've been losing a lot of pups and food. That's all that I was told from the debrief you missed."

Mason nods pulling up in the very long driveway that leads to the pack house. He has to drive slow because small wolves are running across the street every now and then. "My god, why won't they stay off the road?!" He yells frustrated. I thought we couldn't yell in the car...hypocrite.

A wide grin spreads across my face when the pack house looms up ahead of us. "There it is. They modernized it," I say thoughtfully. That was certainly interesting, most packs prefer the old, homey feeling of a pack house.

A somewhat older man walks out of the house.  He was smiling despite the turn of events that brought us here. We exit the car, jogging up to the wooden house with tall wall windows.

"Hello Alpha Brent, I'm the future alpha of the Wolfefang pack. This is my Beta Trevor, though I'm sure you already know him for his relations." Mason speaks warmly out of his usual character. He holds out his hand and they quickly shake.

Alpha Brent has a worn and tired voice when he speaks, "Ah yes, it's nice to meet you, Mason, it's also nice to see you again Trevor. You've gotten a lot taller then I remember. Come inside boys, we're having a small meeting before I'll have you go around town to get the feel of the area." We follow him inside his modern home, gawking at the expensive paintings and furniture it held.

He leads us into a room where there are three males, and two females already sitting. I smile seeing my aunt and uncle who rush over to hug me. "You've grown so tall Trevey! My god, when Hailey and Dylan see you they'll freak." Aunt Whitney shakes her head before sitting back down again.