Personal Notes of Alpha Gerald
Things did quiet down after Moira and Trajan's first night. While I'm glad they acted responsibly and helped prevent any of the rogues from making it into the packhouse, they shouldn't have even been close to that situation. Luckily things calmed down for the rest of their stay. Even Rose relaxed around them immensely. She didn't even put them through any trials before bringing them into training. They seemed surprised by this, but we didn't tell them any of the information we got from the rogues, just that they didn't get away. And what we got was very valuable.
The two we captured were not particularly helpful at first. Clearly they had been out of packs for some time and didn't trust us at all. The younger female possibly couldn't even remember being in one. She was the easiest one to get information from. We almost co
P.o.V. Alpha DarrenIt was loud at the pack house in the days between Moira’s return and Patrick’s and my departure to High Valley. It was a relief to have them home inside our territory again. While Gerald has always done a great job of keeping his people safe, I know there are more threats and activity at the base of the mountain. He let me know the first full day that there was a rogue attack on Moira’s first night and that Trajan had helped, though he left out details. I’m guessing if he felt the need to let me know that meant the “help” was more than just marking a map somewhere. Moira didn’t seem to want to add anything except that the pack members stationed at High Valley were some of the group who caught the rogues and they did a great job.They seemed offended that we had never mentioned Liam and the o
P.o.V. NarratorPatrick could hardly contain himself as they pulled up to the High Valley pack house. He barely waited for the car to stop before jumping out and heading towards the trunk. He bounced impatiently shooting glares at the warrior who drove them who went to speak with a warrior from High Valley before opening the trunk. When the man finally turned around, he looked surprised to see Patrick waiting there and quickly fumbled in his pocket for the keys to unlock it.As the trunk popped upwards, Patrick quickly grabbed his backpack and portfolio. They had everything for his presentation from the painstakingly drawn map to the detailed presentation he had put together using an old laptop his mother found for him. He turned quickly towards the house and shouldered the bag as he hurried after his father through the front door. Luckily whoever was
P.o.V. Millie the RogueThe room is dark and the bunk is hard, but no harder than the cots we stay on when we have a home. I have been brought food many times a day. There is a lot of it on the trays they bring in. I don't know if they'll keep bringing it, so I have been stashing things that will keep in a napkin under the bed.I think they're trying to convince me they're my friends. The wolves here are not cruel like I have been taught since young, but it has to be a trick of some sort. Miss Envy and Uncle Scrum have always told me that they're tricky in the packs. That if they don't just kill me on sight they must be planning something worse. I am ready for anything they might try. I have faith in the Goddess.I tell them as much every time they come into my small room. I tell them all about how we are g
P.o.V. Alpha Darren Leary/Tybris "We need to focus," I kept telling myself and Tybris, but it was useless. Between exhaustion from being up all night, the news we had to deal with, and the even greater urge to return to our pack to ensure everything was okay, we stood no chance of full mental control. It didn't help that Patrick, using us as his sounding board, had showcased this presentation probably a dozen times in varying formats. We made sure to hold our composure as best we could for his sake as he walked through the needed renovations in all of the towers and possible conversions for each. Possibly the only good thing about the horrible news Gerald gave us was that the tower recommissioning couldn’t have been more useful. “Rogues,” rumbled Tybris for what felt like the hundredth time. It took almost an hour for Gerald to get through the story
P.o.V. Envy the CruelI felt like I was living in a haze of endless frustration that blocked every bit of sunlight from my life. The information from the High Valley territory seemed to have gone dry. Our people couldn't get close enough to gather any new intelligence with how dense the patrols had become. And the contact we had inside doesn't even seem to realize anything has changed with the pack's security. That's what we get for relying at all on a human. Especially one so clearly disconnected from and unaware of the world around him.We convinced the idiot to help by telling him we were werewolf hunters. He'd apparently been asking around the area for people who would take on "the beasts" who had overrun the small town he lived in. Apparently his family had lived there for four generations and he only just realized the pack of werewolves wer
P.o.V. PatrickIn spite of the nerves that settled in my stomach after I got settled in the meeting room that morning, I managed to greet everyone in attendance for my presentation cordially and start smoothly. Aside from Alpha Gerald and father, I was proposing our joint work on the old towers to Ambassador Liam, Gerald's Beta Owen, and the High Valley Commander Rose. Father and Alpha Gerald looked tired and I could tell at least father’s focus was drifting in and out, but the others in the room were very attentive. The three guests perked up immensely as I discussed the original design and usage for these outposts as both watchtowers and troop housing as well as prisons. As I began discussing possible options for their rebuild, Commander Rose kept coming back to their original use.“A dungeon could just as easily be a store room in times
P.o.V. Darren/TybrisI could feel Liam’s rage at Patrick's dismissal of our warriors and complete lack of empathy for them as members of our pack. Gerald wasn't giving off a much better aura, but his anger was tempered with a sort of fascination that was almost more worrying. Rose and Owen looked livid and I don't think I've ever seen her sit more rigidly. Every time Patrick mentioned her idea for giving a longer rest between shifts as a way to bolster his disregard for our warrior’s basic need for their pack, she would wince and a look of regret gradually filled her face. Everyone seemed on the verge of erupting and I knew I had to step in so the whole idea didn't go down because he wasn't thinking about the human element of his plan.I gathered myself to step in and stood to make my piece and bring an end to this meeting before Patrick we
P.o.V. Liam/DelmontIt took every bit of self control I could muster not to storm out of the meeting when Patrick started talking about using our warriors to fill his outposts. Only my respect for the Alphas kept me from putting him in his place. Rumors I heard from the warriors and Alpha Gerald on Moira's situation all made more sense the longer I listened to him. Whether it was because of Moira and Trajan or his general inclination. He clearly looked down on the warriors.At least the Alphas were able to keep calm and come to a more reasonable proposal than sending large numbers of our warriors away from their safe town in the mountains to the middle of a forest to face rogues hours and hours away from everyone they know and love.I left as soon as I could. Delmont was not keeping his feelings to himself