The Meeting

In one area of the Devorare Pack, several werewolves gathered. Some were old, some were stern, some... didn't seem like they belonged amongst the group. Overall, though, each had their own aura of authority. Especially one certain Alpha at the center.

"Thank you all for gathering on such a short notice," William began.

"You say 'all', but we're missing a couple of peeps here, ain't we?" one young male corrected.

"Ignorant brat! You should know better than to interrupt your Alpha when he is speaking!" a cranky elder werewolf screeched.

"At ease, Elder Clayton," William spoke, instantly causing the elder to be meek.

"Apologies, dear Alpha. I am merely scolding this foolish boy," he reasoned.

"Apologies accepted. However, the boy merely asked a question. There is no need for you to get worked up over that." To everyone else in the meeting, the Alpha then said, "To answer your question, Fynn, as you all may know, Teach is busy training all our combatants and future fighters, so he cannot