Familiar

Alpha Alvarez's POV

At last, we reach the borders of Blue Blood.

My men are dead tired, I've been pushing them pretty hard the last few weeks to get up to speed. And now that we're only a few minutes away from my old pack, I'm allowing them to rest. I still have to figure out how to face my father and brother.

My Alpha brother should know by now that I am nearby. The border patrol picks up all movements near the border. But I am not on their territory yet, so there is nothing they can do. It is still uncertain how I will be greeted. Now that I am a rogue, my brother, who is now Alpha, may send warriors to kill me. Since I challenged my father for the position a few years ago, he might also consider me a threat. No Alpha likes competition.

I sigh and look around at the tents where my pack is now resting.

Their numbers have dwindled considerably. Of the 50 warriors I had, only 30 are left. Some did not want to be part of a pack again, others