Chapter 7

Alpha Maximus POV

Having spent the last few weeks travelling through every packhouse on the map. I sigh heavily from exhaustion, “What’s the name of the next pack” I ask Nathan.

“Blackwood, we will be there soon, but tomorrow night is a full moon. So I suggest we stay the extra night there to keep Chaos contained.”

“I suppose it’s the safest thing to do,” I say, agreeing with him.

As we park the car and step out, we suddenly feel a sense of doom. There’s a dark and eerie feel to the blackwood territory. Dead trees surround the place, and a Storm is brewing beyond it, adding to the eerie darkness. The only sound we can hear is the wind gushing through the trees. The dead branches and trees dance like they are all in a ritual. The dry leaves crumple under our feet as we approach the front door. The packhouse is a black gothic house with huge windows all around. I can see a white curtain moving. Pack members peek through the window at me. Dried vines cove