The High King was an old man. He stood firmly on the boundary of the Nightfang pack and inhaled sharply.
"It's her." He whispered. His dark brown eyes glistened with anger.
"Who is the Alpha of this pack?" The High King demanded. He had been living in seclusion for so many years that he could not remember the names of all the Alphas.
"High King, this is a new pack formed by the rogue Alpha Damien Vargulf." His assistant, who had kept tabs on all the things happening in the surrounding informed him.
"That boy! No wonder it is he who is hiding her." The High King clicked his tongue in disdain.
Adrean- The High King looked at the well-established pack. He didn't need any approval to enter the territory. But the people from the council were held back from entering the pack.
"We are here with the high king." The elders from the council said as they tried to step into the pack.