Ivy:
I stood before my pack, watching the last few stragglers drag in. I took mental note of each of their faces. I knew each one as well as I knew my own.
“Once the traitor gets here, be prepared. The collar will pull them to you, and the four of you will be pulled back to us.” My mother’s melodic voice played through our mind-link, reminding me what to expect for the thirtieth time.
“I remember,” I answered.
Doing it the way we chose to do it eliminates any threat to the rest of the pack, ensuring that no one here is hurt.
“I know you may be wondering why I brought you here. It isn’t often we come together in an emergent fashion. But today, things are different. Someone among you has drifted from my side. In the mix of you, there is a traitor.” I watched the color drain from most
