In the blue moon pack. Lycan Williams was in his pack talking to some elders. And as usual, he wasn't in a good mood.
They talked to him about getting a chosen mate. Since his fated mate was no more
"What do you think about getting a Chosen mate?" One of the elders said.
"Exactly, the pack needs a Luna." The one by his left added.
"Not just that. The pack needs an heir." Another one said.
"Enough! And who says My mate was dead?" The Lycan said with a piercing stare.
"If so then where is she? We all saw how huge that fire was. No wolf can survive that."
"Well, I'm pleased to let you know that my mate and Luna are very much alive and I don't need to get a chosen mate." The Lycan stared at them, one by one, and then continued.
"This should be the very last time you would discuss something like this with me."
The Lycan shot at them.
"We were only looking out for you. For your best interest." An elder said.
