Honest Mistake

As I sat before the crowd, staring around the open field of the pack headquarters, I saw the pack members gathered in clusters, their expressions ranging from curious to apprehensive. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The upcoming battle with the hunters was weighing heavily on my mind, and even the promise of the witches to cloak our scents couldn't shake off the feeling of impending danger from me.

The air was thick with anticipation as everyone was on edge, waiting for the arrival of the witches. We all knew that their assistance was crucial to our survival, and the anticipation was almost too much to bear.

Alpha Liams stood before the pack members, his commanding presence silencing the murmurs and whispers that had been going on among the crowd. He spoke with a firm voice, reassuring us that we were ready for the battle, and that the witches' help would give us an advantage.

My baby was in his room, with the pack healer, Milla, and I'm sure he's sleeping by now.

Sudde