Wolves of Silver City: The Wooden Chalice

I was 4 when the attack happened. A rouge wolf attacked my family, killing my parents and leaving me on the brink of death. My mate, Max, saved my life by changing me into a Were. It was risky, more likely to kill me slower than actually save and turn me. We didn't know why at the time, but we found out 10 years later that his wolf took over and changed me after the wolf decided I was his mate. Since then, Silver City, the home base for Weres across the world, has been fairly calm. A few wolves gone rouge, but that's nothing new. But, after an attack by a rouge wolf at my best friend Emmet's house, our small pack has had our attention brought to an issue we didn't know existed: the river and lake in the middle of the city has been poisoned by some type of rare magic, and the only way to stop it from infecting any other wolves, and curing the ones infected, is a Wooden Chalice in the middle of nowhere. Now, our small pack must go find it, because no other packs will. So, we set off to the middle of nowhere Wyoming, chasing this Chalice. But the entire pack has the gut instinct that it's a trap, and we Weres know better than to ignore our instincts. So the question becomes: follow our instincts and quit the chase for the mysterious Wooden Chalice, and risk the lives of every Were in Silver City? Or chase the Chalice and ignore our better instincts, preparing for the battle we all feel coming?