Calm Before The Storm

“Are they still refusing to obey?”

“Yes, Alpha.” Anton, a Crescent Pack member who had pledged allegiance to the new alpha and luna, could only nod his head. His face was grim and he could not look up to his alpha knowing how he had failed.

Alpha Dylan Cain, whose gaze remained fixated on the screen of his laptop, did not even spare Anton a glance. In an absent-minded tone, he said. “Then kill those rebels. Hang their heads around the town to set an example. The same old rules.”

Just by the tone of the alpha, it was quite evident that he was itching to dismiss Anton.

Beta Seymor, who was standing behind Alpha Dylan, cleared his throat. “Alpha, we cannot keep on doing this. If Luna Diana learns that the Crescent Pack has lost a quarter of its wolves, she would surely cut off her bed rest schedule to solve this question herself.”

Just the thought of her mate leaving the Blood Claws Pack to go to the Crescent Pack had already soured Dylan’s cheery mood. Stabbing Seymor with a glare,