Chapter 20

I ran as quick as possible across the blanketed ground, my paws scarcely contacting the earth. I needed to track down help. I needed to save my pack from the fiendish Margaret. She had caught us, encompassing our lairs with her horrendous armed force. We were running out of food. Using up all available time.

I traveled north, close to the terrains of the other wolf packs. Some of them used to be our foes. We had battled about hunting grounds and pack borders. However, that all appeared to be so senseless at this point. Margaret was the genuine danger. She needed to control us all. I needed to make different alphas see that.

My most memorable stop was the cavern of the Stone Jaw pack. Their chief was a major dark male named Gregor. He was known for being intense however fair. I drew nearer cautiously, my ears level against my head to show I didn't need inconvenience.

Gregor emerged, his teeth uncovered in a growl. "What are you doing here, Sheila of the Quick Waterway pack? We're not p