Chapter 9: Meeting The Gang in The Whispering Moon Pack

[Dove]

I knew that it was too good to be true.

Standing in the middle of a large concrete platform, the size of a basketball court, I was seething with annoyance and anxiety. I was annoyed at the grinning ox-brained Alpha and anxious about what I was just told.

It all started with me leaving the mansion, thrilled with anticipation for more surprises since I had just received two - a couple's breakfast and an invitation for a couple's stroll. It was probably euphoria, or his bloody scent, that made me miss all the signs.

So we met the first person, an elder who was in charge of the farmers, Patrick - a short, fast-talking man with bowl-cut hair and an overly kneaded forehead. Cole listened patiently as he rattled off about the recent weather and the reduced harvest, his son who was not training hard enough, to the latest technology - something called a 'mobility' phone - the cubs had read from the newspapers and were fantasizing about.

I listened in awe at his sentences that alwa