Chapter One Hundred and Seven – The Forgotten Mate and The Alpha Prince.
The drive from Northumbria pack to Wearside pack took just over an hour as they pulled up beside the small farmhouse that sat in the centre of the black woods behind a big black monument that resembled the Greek temples of old. Asher informed Alisha that Wearside was an urban pack.
“You will love Mary and Harry. Although you may need a translator, as they have strong Wearside accents, also known as mackem. They are old in years, and I think Robert their beta will soon take over, but they are not to be messed with all the same,” Asher grinned.
He had always loved visiting this pack when he was a pup. Mary was everyone’s grandmother, and he had fond memories of her always having a slab of toffee in her bag. Or Taff
