Something is wrong

We come face to face with a group of four rogue wolves, haughtily strutting in front of us. If wolves could laugh, I would say they were laughing at us, such arrogance.

"Fucking lowlives" Smoke sneers through the mind link.

"Keep your cool" I chide them.

It is obvious at first look that none of these wolves are Farrel, these where low level omega and one beta who is currently acting as there leader. I've heard that Farrel was an alpha.

I turn back into my human form to communicate with them.

"This is trespassing " I announce.

Communication with wolves outside of ones pack can only be initiated by alphas of a certain type and power level. While I am perfectly able to do this, I decide not to.

It is not a secret that I am a red alpha, the strongest type of alpha there is, but how strong i am is something only the five of us presently standing here know and I do not wish to let my enemies in on that secret just yet.