18 Neighbours

I was sitting in his office again.

I was getting fond of this armchair as I spent more and more time in it because I refused to be left out of pack matters. I attended every gathering, even though I usually stayed silent.

Two weeks have passed since I arrived to the Blood Moon, and we had three rogue attacks in this past week. None of them were serious like the first one, which happened on the night I was accepted into the pack, but still, it made all of us uneasy. They told me they used to have this many in a month, not a week.

I watched the men deep in discussion, already forgetting about me. I listened to each and every report of the patrol leaders and it made less and less sense. Jason, who was lucky enough to be there two of three times, said that now the attackers retreat before the reinforcements arrive.

It seemed like they wanted to keep us under pressure, but for that, they weren’t strong enough. Our men usually returned with light injuries, healing up in a day’s time. They d