Jesse
I sat across from the Alphas of the Fangstorm Brotherhood. They had requested I meet with them and I decided to get it finished. We all stared at one another for a while, the silence stretching on.
The Fangstorms were an odd pack. They heeded the old traditions like they were gospel. For them, it was of the utmost importance to stick to these traditions. But, if someone in the pack didn’t want to then they simply let them choose that path.
If their path led them away from the pack then so be it. There would be no shunning or hatred towards them. It was simply how the ancestors wished it to me.
“Jesse, you know why we have brought you here, correct?”
I nodded. “You wish to know what pack we will be aligning ourselves with.”
“Precisely,” one of the elders told me. “Have you made
