"Are you ready to go, Alpha," Beta Issac knocked on the door and asked. I replied with a yes and an eye roll, which he can't see.
"I'll inform the warriors to pull the car up," he sounded like this is boring him and he'd rather be anywhere else than talk to me or attend the funeral of the pack members of the neighbouring pack. I was so tempted to say that the feeling is mutual and I'd rather paint my nails than be anywhere near him. And let me tell you I hate painting my nails, it's too girly and hard work for me.
I quickly wrapped up my work and rushed outside. I want to get over with it as soon as I can. Even though they were not my pack members I still feel their loss, they were our kind after all. There isn't much left of our species and it seems my mate is hell-bent on wiping the
