The cursed Luna~
"Alpha, Alpha, Alpha." The young guard runs into the pack house, face filled with panic, eyes flickering around the room only to pause the second he laid eyes on the man. The alpha stood some feet away from him, hands slipped into his pockets, eyebrows quirked up.
"Tell me, what is it, Julius?" He asked calmly, stepping forward.
The guard glances at the beta for a second, chest still heaving heavily. "We got a package delivered to the pack house today. I thought you might want to see it." He rushed out, words tumbling over each other.
They had been expecting some ammunition deliveries from the east for the past week and today it was finally supposed to arrive. The alpha felt a prickle of unease at the guard's reaction. It told him everything he needed to know.
"Where is it?" He demanded, following the guard's glance outside the door. The man wasted no time before storming out of the house, the beta and guard hot on his heels.
