~Frank~
It’s been two days and still no sign of them. One of the scouts found a faded scent that smelled like Tabatha. It led us to a mountain ridge and no further. There is no way they would have climbed the mountain. They could have flown, but Willow, if she is the true beast, they wouldn’t have been able to carry her.
The pack has been searching day and night and everyone is tired when Gareth knocks on my door.
Frank “Yes”
Gareth “Alpha… the council representative is here to see you.”
Frank “I told them I don’t want anything to do with them!!”
Gareth “It’s our representative, not a witch.”
Frank “Well that’s just great!”
If he is here, it can only mean that they know about Willow and want to stick their noses where it doesn’t belong. They want to
