CHARLES BARRETT
I had actually quite enjoyed being Alpha. Taking the pack had been much easier than expected. We had sent a werewolf, hybrid, in asking for help. He had said that he was running from hunters. They had let him straight in, and he had used magic to put everyone to sleep temporarily. By the time that they woke up, the pack officers were in the dungeon. The beta’s b***h was chained up outside as a way to keep him under control. He could feel that she was in pain, and if he tried anything she would be killed.
Without any leadership, the rest of the pack was easy to subdue. The master of the vampires had sent me over with a group of werewolves, vampires, witches, warlocks, shifters, and even a few members of the Fae. Their queen wasn’t happy about the news of a werewolf king
