Gossipy Seymor

Two silhouettes stood against the small windowpanes of the inn they were staying.

The whistling of the wind muted the rattling of the glass windows, for the howls brought by the storm were becoming more violent as the sands of time seeped through the wolven folks’ fingers.

The flames from the fireplace swayed upon the wind that was able to penetrate the wooden ceilings and brick walls of the dingy inn. Because of this, coldness permeated the constricted area of their room which reminded the two of their homeland.

As of now, the Crescent Pack seemed to be eerily silent. The warriors, though many as they were, did not even sense their unwanted presence within their premises. Even with the raging storm, their so-called top-class security was frowned upon by the Blood Claws Pack members.

The man standing behind the other one cleared his throat to snap the latter’s attention. “Alpha, what is the next plan?”

The Beta could not contain his curiosity, for he knew what the air around his Alpha