HARDIN’S QUEST

POV: Hardin

I massaged my weary eyes, fixed on the stack of papers on my desk. Although second-in-command was never simple, these last two weeks had been agony.

I looked up a knock on the door. "Come in," I urged. Among our younger pack members, Roger came inside. He appeared uneasy. "Sir, the main hall is in a... state." I exhaled. Still another dilemma, another day. "What kind of circumstances?" "A few of the younger pack members are under dispute with some of the senior ones. It is becoming heated.

Nice. just what we needed. More war. Great, I said, "I'll be right there."

Before I had arrived at the main hall, I could hear yelling. I inhaled deeply in preparation. Pushing in the doors, I found two groups confronting one another. On one side, Elder Rovin and his supporters Conversely, a group of younger wolves headed by Kira, one of our most promising fighters, "What's going on here?" I begged loudly, and everyone turned to stare at me. Elder Rovin started first. "These young people