Chapter 25

~Muriel~

I was faced with the pack house of Newmoon pack. I saw soldiers, tramping around the compound, training. An old man, probably in his late 60s stood on a platform, commanding the soldiers on what to do. I bet he is the Gamma. I headed toward him. On my way, two scouts came along.

“Hey, who are you?” one of them asked. His husky tone left a lump in my throat. I exhaled and looked up at him.

“I want to see the Gamma,” I stated.

“Does that answer my question?” he groaned and I scowled at him, clenching my jaw.

“Hey, what’s going on there?” the manly, deep hoarse voice of the old Gamma reached to us. The scouts turned to him.

“She doesn’t want to say who she is,” voiced out the second scout.

“Let her be!” the Gamma said. I walked out on them and headed to the Gamma. When I moved closer to him, his features became apparent to me. His face was wrinkled with age. His long, back-length ash-brown hair had white strands. H