There's Trouble

A week had passed, and the construction project was well underway. According to the reports I had gotten from Seth, in less than a week we should be all set.

The tension that had once simmered between the two packs had eased, thanks to Alpha Dan's willingness to address the issue with the plundering songs his men had sung. My pack members and his had gradually found common ground, working together with the aim of getting the job done as fast as possible.

I had stayed by Brad every day, watching him regain his strength bit by bit. He was back on his feet, and though he still had some recovery ahead, the improvement in his health wasn't too hard to see.

All around the pack too, everywhere, the sick began to get better, and many of them were convalescing well, volunteering to help out at the construction sites. The new harmony was so beautiful that I found myself stepping away to watch it all unfurl without me.

Unknown to me, beneath the surface of this newfound harmony, a sinister pl