Jake turned the animal hide scroll over in his hands again, trying to make sense of the implications. Russ had brought it in after catching it from a patrol early that morning, handing it over with barely a word, just a tight look that told Jake exactly how uneasy his gamma felt about what was written.
Naming the half-blood Luna is considered an act of war. We demand to meet with the Alpha and the half-bloods in the Moon Clearing at midnight. If they are not present, we will rain silver on your lands.
Jake’s hand curled into a fist. He slammed it into the desk, the wood cracking under the force. The words kept running through his mind, taunting him.
“How dare they?” he growled into the empty room. His voice sounded rough and dangerous even to his own ears.
These witches thought they co
