The Three Travelers

Damon and his two minions rode the bus and chose the seats at the rear. It was a long-cushioned seat, enough for the three of them to occupy. It also left them enough room for their bags. Each only brought one backpack with their clothing. None else. Their sanity, yes, if that counts.

While the bus was traveling, the only thing Damon could think about was this Marion Grey. Harper was right, the name hasn’t surfaced in the wolf world before. The letter was the first evidence of its or his existence. Even in the history books, they were devoid of any proof about the mentioned pack.

If they’re knew, that would be understandable… but with the scarcity of wolf lives now, does new packs still evolve? For years, Damon was sure they were the only existent packs. The black and the white wolves of Red Blood Pack.

Or maybe they were hidden all these years. That could be a reason. For fear or prosecution by humans. Or for any other reasons Damon does not know.

His two colleagues were not bot