Chapter Eighty: The Drought.

"Alpha Leander." Alpha Leander shut his eyes in pain as he heard his name being called out again. It was the hundredth time he heard his name and it had been barely two hours since the sunset and since he had shifted to his human form.

"What?" He asked as the old werelioness who had called him knelt before him. He wondered why he kept on asking the question over and over again. It was probably the same news he had been hearing since sunset.

"Our food and water supply have run dry. Werelions are dying from hunger."

"I know."

"Since there's no food, werelions have begun to eat each other."

"What?!" Alpha Leander's eyes snapped open. He was forced to stand up straight. This was the height of it. "They've been what?" Alpha Leander thought he had heard her wrongly. Perhaps, he had not heard her well.

"Werelions are eating each other," the old werelioness repeated herself and he dashed out of his throne room.

"Hunter!" He called out as he got out of the throne room and the burly man appeare