Michael AngeloOn the Southern part of the Redwood Region, at the Redwood Pack Mansion.Saturday, 5:35 PM.I am already aware of the loud music, many chatters, and clicking of glasses down the hall.However, after a long day of paperwork and dealing with pack issues, my mind and body needed serenity.And where to acquire it than your very own room.So here I am, taking my time on doing my necktie. Making sure it looks neat and presentable for tonight's mating ball when, all of a sudden, a small voice interrupted me.I knew who it was, the minute the little wolf entered my chamber, for her scent — composing of lemon and mint — immediately filled the room. Not to mention, her voice.I recognize that voice anywhere, for there are no other seven-year-olds in the region that possesses an alpha tone, except her.“Yes, Blessy?” I respond to my sister's little cry, eyes still focused on the nearly done knot.
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