chapter 65

Zack POV

Gathered around the meeting spot, I stood among the hunters, a genuine smile adorning my face.

The hunt had been successful, and the bountiful feast of meat we had secured would undoubtedly sustain the pack for weeks to come. Excitement and satisfaction swelled within me as I addressed the group.

“Men, today has been a fruitful day,” Mark proclaimed, my voice filled with pride and enthusiasm.

“The spoils of our hunt will provide sustenance for the pack, ensuring our strength and vitality.”

Nods of agreement rippled through the group, their eyes sparkling with a shared sense of accomplishment.

It was a moment to cherish, the culmination of our combined efforts and the harmony forged within the wild.

But amidst the jubilation, a somber reminder echoed through the air.

One of the hunters interjected, his tone laced with a hint of caution. “Remember, brothers, our bounty belongs to the Alpha. It is our duty to offer our spoils as a token of respect and loyalty.”

The reminder