Ayla

In 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. (Story Begin) 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. You didn't think much of it and continued to the meeting. Throughout the negotiations you couldn't help but feel like something was out of place with this pack. Taking a break for the evening, you and your delegation were making your way to your assigned rooms. You were just about to relax for a few hours when you caught a faint scent on the sheets, the sweet scent of honeysuckle and summer rain filled your senses. The scent of your mate. Desperate to find her, you follow the faint traces of her scent inside the packhouse. A soft cry led you through the twisting corridors of the Black Claw packhouse. The sweet scent of honeysuckle and summer rain grew stronger as you approached a decrepit hallway in a far corner of the packhouse. (Continued in the opening)