I woke up to Rain blowing up the group chat we had with each other. Sighing, I hopped on and decided to see what he was fussing about.
We need to figure this pack situation out. Mom called me, and apparently, the council gave us a six-month deadline to decide. – R
Six months? Seriously? I thought we had a year. – C
Nope. Law changed. It’s six months now. – R
Great. Just what I needed. As if dealing with my current pack’s drama wasn’t enough. – M
Wait, so we must decide between joining one of your packs or making a new one? – L
Pretty much. The new pack requires five members, which we have. But it’s not that simple. – R
Nothing ever is. – J
Look, the Iron Fang elders are breathing down my neck about bringing you all in. But I know that’s not ideal for everyone. – C
Yes, not happeni
