"Do not make me repeat my question," Arya's voice held command.
"I... he...we..." Garry was struggling to form words.
"Look, Garry, if we are to defeat William and save our pack, we need to know everything that connects us to him. He has told us my connection to him. I need to know yours; and possibly Vivien's," Arya tried again, this time, her voice comforting.
"Luna, we were friends..." Garry began....
A young boy was sitting on a bench in a park, waiting for his father. Being ten meant that he was still a pup and was vulnerable.
Although this was neutral grounds, a pup was an easy target for bullies who were from different packs.
He was throwing a stone in the air and catching it, to pass his time, when the thing he dreaded happened.
A group of teens, clearly of a rival pack, spotted him.
Whispering among themselves, they approched the bench, where he was sitting, and one of them caught the stone before he could, in mid-air.
