About the same time, a runner entered the great hall of the Bloodrayne pack.
He knelt before Alpha Tobias and spoke with his eyes on the ground.
“Alpha, the Lightmoon pack has closed its borders. Since the incident two days ago, no one has been allowed in or out,” the runner reported formally, in a deep, steady voice.
“Our people have not been able to give any new information. All guests from their party are still within the grounds,” he continued in a neutral tone.
“And links?” Alpha Tobias droned, gazing lazily at the messenger.
“None, Alpha. They have blocked all pathways,” he replied smoothly.
Alpha Tobias paused, gazing darkly at the messenger.
“So, why are you here?” Tobias tossed irritably at the man posed with one knee on the ground and a forearm resting on his raised knee,
