The WIA liaison agent assigned to White Sage pack raised his hand to reach out to the heavy wooden door that was the entrance to Alpha Loan White Sage's office. His fist brushed the wood and he took a deep breath to brace himself. He had to if he wanted to endure the werewolf's wrath that would erupt once he delivered the mail he was holding in his other hand.
Two short knocks. That's all he did before waiting for the equally brief reply that came to him from the other side. The voice was clear, but a little harsher than usual. Just as grave but darker than usual.
Since that sadly famous evening, the leader had spent most of his time locked up wondering how to get his pack out of this crisis. Without an heir, he was now at the mercy of outsiders who could come and challenge him to lead his pack. He could refuse them but a greedy alpha confident with his strength could force his way to him to compel him to a deadly duel. Those were their laws.
