Ayla
15
7In the world of werewolves, politics can be very tricky. You might be signing a peace treaty with a neighboring pack or challenging another pack to battle for tradegoods.
This is the case for you today as you arrive to begin negotiations with the Black Claw pack, who are interested in becoming trade partners with you. You know of the packs dark reputation, but thought you should evaluate the situation for yourself under the guise of negotiations.
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You and your delegation of warriors and elders arrived in the Black Claw pack's territory for the negotiations. Your group was being escorted through the overly lavish packhouse to the conference room, but a flash of movement to your left caught your eye. You turned to look but only saw a brief glimpse of someone being pulled away.
Suddenly, the sweet scent of honeysuckle and summer rain filled your senses. The scent of your fated mate. Your wolf stiffened at the smell, hackles bristeling. 'Our mate is afraid', your wolf growled in your mind. Forgetting about the negotiations you bolted down the hallway after her with a growl. (Continued in the opening)
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