Eleven

Ollie

I lean back against the wall as I listen to all the different dialogues floating about the room. My father, my uncle Jack, my grandfather Jeremy and my uncle Zeke are speaking with a few alphas. They came together for a meeting at a packhouse just an hour or so south of us, but Dad felt like with everything going on here, he could not leave to meet them, so he opted to video call them.

Luckily for him, there is a young alpha and beta down there that know how to work with technology. All the other alphas seem real old-school.

“So, what is your plan? That is what I am asking because you surely do not mean to wage war without a solid plan.” Comes an angry voice, which I recognize as the youngest alpha there.

Alpha Blaize.

I only know his name and recognize his voice because of the other alphas. They will start spewing some bullshit about “let's wipe out all the damn rogues before they cause any more problems. I saw one outside of our territory a month or two back. I will hun