CHAPTER 63

The Last great family

Far away, in the Stillwater family, the young wolves were holding a morning call.

Intruders.

In the early hours of the morning, while the moon was still high in the sky, when the forest was cloaked in darkness, the young wolves wandered the forest. They were only of the last families to leave for the ancient land. They were quite dissatisfied with how things had taken true. They were the ones to host the hunt this year. There were benefits to being the host, but when it was their turn, the Reeves family proposed moving to the ancient land.

They were not so quick to comply.

That morning, their young wolves ventured into the forest to do their morning call. Unknown to them, they were not the only ones there.

Hooded figures emerged from the shadows. Their movements were stealthy, footsteps muffled by the damp undergrowth as they moved deeper into the heart of the forest behind the Stillwater family mansion.

These mysterious individuals carried shovels and tools,