Meanwhile, outside the Silver Fang packhouse, Ryker stood before a gathering crowd. He had instructed an Omega to notify every available pack member that they were to assemble in front of the packhouse. The message had spread quickly. Warriors left the training grounds. Omegas stepped away from their duties. Families emerged from their homes, whispering among themselves as they made their way toward the gathering.
By the time Ryker stepped outside, a large crowd had formed. He could see confusion in their eyes. Fear. Uncertainty. Several wolves glanced toward the packhouse, wondering why their own Alpha had not called the gathering.
Others whispered when they recognized the Bloodmoon warriors standing beside the entrance.
“Why is Alpha Ryker calling us here?”
“Where is Alpha Jason?”
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