Gina.
The movement of people running around the house woke me up from my sleep, and my eyes instinctively went to my bed clock to see that it was past five in the morning.
I wondered what was happening as I threw on my rope before putting on a pair of black pants and a big shirt.
I came out of my room to see my maid already standing by my door and shivering terribly out of fear.
“What is happening?” I asked in a subtle tone.
“The pack is under attack,” she replied.
Attack? We haven't had one of those in a long while. Who would want to invade our pack, and what do they want? I wondered as the noise coming from outside seemed to get louder by the minute.
The first thing that came to mind was my parents. It was a norm that when rival packs attacked, they most often start with the ome
