40. FAINTED

The elder of the eight tribe, Damon, was fully dressed up for the Alpha’s birthday party when one of his servants rushed in to inform him about the arrival of his goods. Since the eighth tribe were known for their influence in the trading association, they were the tribe in charge of importing goods into the pack and the Elder controls everything that is being brought in.

His own goods had been delayed for months and upon hearing the news that they had finally arrived, he pushed back the party to attend to the merchants before anything else.

Springing up from his seat, he cleared his throat, “Lead the way” he commanded.

The huge door to the underground storage parted to greet them with whirling noises coming from the ventilators in the basement and the men behind him needed not another word before they knew what to do.

It was not their first time after all.

They pushed the cart into the huge storage filled with shelves of different types and heights. With his hand glued to his bac