*****Erika's POV*****
“Trouble?!” Both my best friends echoed in bewilderment.
At the mention of a possible trouble in the pack, the influence the alcohol was having over me left in the blink of an eye, even the seriousness in his tone was enough to make me sit up so fast that my head paid a little price for it — slight banging on both temples.
I shook my head to get the headache away but I ended up worsening it. I came down from the bed. “What trouble?”
“Father is back.”
“And why is that trouble? He went for a meeting for a meeting…wait!" My heart thudded. "The meeting didn't go well and other packs have declared war on us?"Hoping it was not the case.
We would surely win but I hated the thought of war, it brought a lot of innocent werewolves into the mix. Those who ins
