Jason’s P.O.V.
After a small breakfast before the sun had even come up, a small group of us had gathered at the pack house to set off towards the Moane pack. With no idea what we were walking ourselves into. Most packs were secluded. In contrast to our pack that was situated smack next to a human village, living under the alias of a ‘ranch’, most wolf packs kept mostly to themselves, not coming into contact with humans a lot. And by now, I was hoping that our location would be one of the reasons why the Black Blood pack would stay away and just let us be. But we were still a pack of wolves, loyalty deep embedded in our blood. Whenever a fellow pack needed our help, we would reach out and offer our assistance. This time was no different.
Of course, the asshole Cody had to come along with
