Anaiah's POV
There are Hundreds of people outside the city gates. They looked pale, hungry, and dirty; many
were women and children, and the men were talking to the guards, trying to enter the walls of
the city. Leondre steps forward and clears his throat. Their gazes turn to him, and they all get
on their knees, bowing. It is an incredible moment.
Where are they from? I can smell wolves, as well as bears and a few Lycans in their vicinity.
"What is going on here?" Leondre asks in that intimidating voice of his. A man and a tall thin
woman step forward. They have similar traits with the same markings on their face and
arms. They bow in respect before talking
"My king, we are from the pear moon pack. A month ago, we were attacked and forced to
flee our homes," The female answers clearly. I squint my eyes
"Who attacked you?"
"The north Werebear pack,"
"up Northern part?" Murmurs my brother and I turn to him
"Do you know this pack?"
