“Mr Phelps, is not here, per se…” Valion said as Adler picked up the piece of paper accompanying the photo and read the report.
“Says here he’s in Munich?” Adler said as he read.
“Indeed…he was spotted entering Germany there, which makes me think he is here visting the Three Rivers Pack up in Passau. I’m sure you’ve heard of them?”
Adler grunted. “Yeah, that’s a large pack…consisting of about three thousand…their territory stretches over the borders into Austria and also up into the Czech Republic. They have a large territory…one of the biggest.”
“And their Alpha is on the Council…” Valion added.
Jesse gripped Adler’s arm as she peered over his shoulder at the file. “Could this be just a routine visit? Is Phelps known for being a diplomat?” She asked concerned.
Adler’s frown deepened
