Morrison

Morrison

It’s been a month since we attacked the Northern Celestial Pack. I don’t call it my old pack because it never was. Mom somehow was able to convince Alpha Craig that I was his. I am not sure how she did this, but she did. I have no idea how no one figured out that Carter and I weren’t related. I am not sure if everyone in that pack was stupid or if they just blindly believed their Alpha. Carter and I look nothing alike. I watch as mom moves around the kitchen, making breakfast. I turn and look when I hear someone walking in.

“Good morning everyone.” Uncle Andrew states.

“Morning uncle,” I reply.

Uncle Andrew sits down across from me and starts talking with mom. Dad was killed when he challenged the head councilman. If he had won, then his and Uncle Andrew’s pack wouldn’t have been disbanded. Uncle Andrew still thinks that the councilman somehow cheated in the fight. It doesn’t matter their pack was disbanded and forced to either join other packs or become r