93. Heartbeats

Jackson stood on his balcony with his hands in his pocket and his senses reaching out as far as possible. It had been three weeks since the attack, and he hadn’t slept much.

“We have to do it,” someone whispered.

“He just ripped apart a whole pack less than a month ago. You’re all crazy right now. Keep me out of it.”

“Didn’t you hear what that woman said? We’re putting our lives on the line for a fucking rogue.”

“If that were true, the Circle would have come back by now. That woman was full of shit.”

The whispers were coming from deep in the woods, far enough away that other people couldn’t hear them. It had been like this since the shock of the attack had worn off. They were unhappy and planning something.

Most of the conversations were had silently between two individuals because none of this treasonous shit could be discussed in the packlink where he could hear them. But lately, the group had become big enough to sneak off in the middle of the night to make their plans.

The old hi