Book 1: Unsettling

Maddox

Godfried’s head is under the hood of the car, and he is poking around at things, trying to figure out what the problem is. At first, he said we probably just had some bad gas, but that made no sense to me because we had driven all the way to Willow pack with no noticeable problems. Then, on the way home, something happened, and the car made an awful noise. Now, it won’t go at all, and we are a half an hour’s drive from Willow and an hour and a half from home.

“I don’t know,” Godfried says, wiping his hands against one another. “I suppose we’ll have to call a tow truck.”

“A tow truck?” I repeat, looking around. We are in the middle of nowhere. There’s not a lot on the drive from the castle to Willow pack, only a few sparse villages. Right now, we are in the midst of Green pack territory, and I’ve just received word a little while ago that their previous Alpha past away—due to some accident. His son, Vincent, is assuming responsibilities as Al