The Rival Pack

Marcus POV

The phone slipped from my hand and crashed to the floor as I stared at the picture my spy had just sent me.

A four-year-old girl with dark hair and eyes that glowed with power I'd never seen before. Emma Stone. The child who could save my dying pack or ruin everything I'd worked for.

"Alpha Marcus?" My second-in-command, Jake, knocked on my office door. "Sir, are you alright? We heard something break."

I picked up the phone, my hands shaking. Not from fear, but from joy. After twenty years of watching my pack slowly fall apart, I finally had hope.

"Come in, Jake. And bring Sarah and the others. We need to move fast."

My pack was nothing like Pine Ridge's popular group. We called ourselves the Shadow Creek Pack, but most other werewolves just called us the desperate ones. We lived in an old abandoned warehouse outside of town, barely scraping by with odd jobs and whatever money we could find.