Two wolves ran into the packhouse, shifting quickly and grabbing some spare shorts before heading toward the Alpha’s office.
Knocking sharply, the pair waited impatiently until they were told to enter, glancing up, Archer dropped his pen as he saw his men’s agitated state.
‘What’s wrong, what happened?’ he asked quickly, preparing to stand.
There had been a calm over the pack in the recent years, the members were flourishing, more Rogues had found there way and joined their ranks making others reluctant to pick a fight with the well trained Rogue pack. This didn’t mean that Archer was complacent, he expected trouble to find them eventually, it always did.
Holding out his hand, one of the warrior’s stopped him as he moved to walk around the desk. ‘No emergency Alpha’ he replied, ‘but we
