Chapter 8
"You would go alone knowing you are going to die?" My father asks. I nod my head. My father leans forward resting his arms on his desk with his hand still folded.
"No matter what I'm going." I say strongly.
"Let's get some men together." My father says. I look at him shocked.
"Really?" Mervin and I ask at the same time.
"Yes, they could be useful and they are the last of their kind." He says. I smile widely knowing I have a chance to help them.
We get a group of thirty men, which really seems like sixty when we fight. Our pack is known as deadly killers, and that hasn't changed. Even with our mother changing our father, slightly.
We are all ready to go, with us all shifted into our wolves. My father and brother decided to join in on this, which makes me happy.