117- FRIENDLY FIRE- VIPER PACK

MICHAEL GOTHAM

“This place’s started to give me the fucking creeps,” I hissed to my brother as the Viper Pack guards marched on either side of us to the large grey throne room at the center of the compound.

There were crows picking off bread and what looked like fat worms from the dirt, their eerie cawing echoing as they scattered away with our approach.

“The energy’s been off since we stepped into their villages, Michael… it's why I asked the rest of the men to hang back,” Anthony murmured under his breath and the hostility in his voice did not surprise me.

“Keep your eyes peeled. Something isn't right here. We take this shit, have them sign it, and be back in our palace before nightfall.” He muttered before the huge doors creaked open and the crowd of wolves that had been muttering inside fell silent.

I could spot their Alpha almost immediately, the man sat at the end of the table in a long black frock that would have looked better on a pope than it did on his lithe frame.

“Greeting