Dark Moon Stone Pack, California
Blake
I was in my office looking at the latest offer of the construction materials needed to build the two schools I had promised Alpha Jack Saunters of the White Creek Pack. That was the only request Alpha Saunders had made before stepping down from his position during the merging of our packs last Sunday.
I lost count of how many times I tried calculating the prices and ensuring everything was correct. I couldn't get my mind off bickering with Natalia on the phone a few days ago. The woman had piqued my interest; she irritated me. The Natalia I knew would never dare provoke me or question any of my decisions. She was an obedient and low-profile young girl. The new Natalia, though, was trouble. I could sense that from what she'd said about me to her fat
