Daily Report
March 5, 2020
1. Rogue wolves around the area becoming increasingly violent, pushing towards borders despite repeated warnings. Reports are coming in from smaller packs who have been taken over or threatened.
(Further detail can be found on page 2, box 1)
2. Annual Spring Dance is scheduled for April 10 to encourage intermingling between packs. Invitations sent out to South Alpine, Pine Haven to the west and Eastern Wood. Answers expected within the next 48 hours.
3. Four new marriage requests requiring signatures. (Pages 3-6)
4. Unidentified female wolf with infant found in the woods around our borders last night. Currently both recovering in the Hospital Unit. Possible New Member protocols to follow.
(Doc progress notes can be found page 2, box 2)
5. Two Omegas being Promoted to Delta tonight.
(Additional information found of page 2, box 3)
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The conference room in the main house was filled with the sound of shuffling of papers. All eight of the council members were present. At the head of the table, Zane sat, speed reading through the stack of papers in front of him. To his right sat Elvira, Zane's grandmother, a veteran to these meetings and one of his most trusted advisors. She was adjusting her glasses and whispering something to Miriam who sat beside her. Noah, one of the Delta's who had been put in charge of trade, was sitting quietly lost in thought.
Across the table to Zane's left, Blaze, one of the Betas, was staring blankly at the paper in front of him. To his left sat the omega sisters, Tyra and Athena, infamous for keeping their borders tight and safe. Lastly, Ryker stood at the opposite end of the table as Zane with a clipboard in his hands and a worry line above his left brow.
Zane eyed them all before adjusting his attention once again to the stack of papers in front of him. For a week straight now he'd been plagued by thoughts of rogue wolves. They'd been taking over packs with little protection or organization, kidnapping women and children, imprisoning them, killing the males. He'd been reading first hand accounts in dozens of reports in the last week. Seeing the words after the little number one on the paper in front of him enraged him so much that his wolf howled to be let free.
They need to pay for what they have done. His wolf growled.
He ran his fingers through his shoulder length hair and slammed his hand down on the table harder than he'd intended to, drawing every eye in the room.
"Ryker," Zane growled. "Would you care to begin?"
His wolf was close to the edge which just served to enrage him more. He sat for a moment in the stunned silence that followed and fought the urge to shift right there. His hands were visibly shaking. It hadn't been a good morning to begin with and the stress of a possible war was likely to send him into a frenzy. He needed a good, long run after this meeting.
"Skip the first one," Zane spat quickly, adjusting his position in his chair. "Start from the second."
Ryker nodded and gestured at Noah. "First topic would be the Annual Spring Formal..."
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The Healer
WerewolfAsa is running, running from her captor and everything she's known for the past two years. With her daughter in her arms and a handful of secrets, she crosses the Northern border into safety. Stay hidden. Stay Safe. That's the name of the game. But...
