Little Demon

Havermouth, Three Weeks Before

As Talen entered the main street of Havermouth, his phone began to ring. It diverted through his car, the name appearing on the screen before him: August Mason, Les Guerriers Sanctifies.

“Hmm,” he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, debating whether or not to answer. Of the two pack leaders of the Les Guerriers Sanctifies, he found August the least likeable. Abigail had been tightly wound, sharp eyed and careful with her words, but August had a slipperiness to him, a veneer of jovial kindness belied by the hard sharpness of his eyes.

He could not blame either pack leader for carefully guarding their true natures, Talen reminded himself. Being a pack leader was very much a political office. Upon the retirement, death or removal from office of a prior pack leading pair, the pack voted in who they wished to lead them. Much like a human election, that pair came to power through popularity, due to their connections, and as a result of making campaign pr