One day later
Alpha Solomon stood in the Templar pack house ballroom as he prepared to address his assembled warriors. He could read their faces as his gaze swept the room. Some were curious, some were bewildered, and the ones who already knew what he was about to say looked nothing short of furious. His Luna came up beside him and slipped her hand into his, squeezing his fingers in a show of support.
There was a buzz running right through the pack house as Duncan made his way down the unusually busy corridors being careful not to bump his back, he frowned, what in the Goddesses name was going? He entered the room with his fellow riders and found space to stand at the back. He had spent the last few days lying on his front recovering from his tattoo, but he had managed to get a t-shirt on and had dashed to Thurso from the training camp with everyone else as soon as he heard Alpha Solomon had called a meeting of the warriors.
