"MAYA FORRESTER..." a scream echoed from downstairs. "Get your ass down here. We are late for the warrior meeting.", Maya's twin brother Ken screamed.
"Ken... language!", their father admonished.
"But Dad... she always does this and then the pack will think I am a lazy Alpha." Ken replied whinning a little.
"Just tell me who thinks so, O mighty Alpha!, and I will kick their a... rears." Maya hastily corrected noticing her father giving her a stern look. She started down the stairs taking two at a time.
When Maya and Ken both became 19 year old, their father Justin had started their Alpha training so that he can hand over the reins of the Forrester pack to them both, with Ken as the Alpha and Maya as pseudo Luna. Though both were now in their late twenties and completely in charge of their pack, they still acted a little like kids when they were home. Their mother, Judy, had always ensured that the twins have a place where they can let go of stress and weight of the responsibility that being a pack's leader can bring; and hence, they rarely behaved their age when at home.
"Careful Maya, or you will fall." Judy, their mother chided.
Grinning from ear to ear, Maya hugged her mom and dropped a kiss on her father's balding head. "Good Morning! my dear parents. Now we will be off to harass the pack warriors and give them a hard time.", saying so she almost dragged her brother out of the door and next to the car.
head, a little smile playing
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At the warrior meeting:
table with Maya to his right. All the playfulness was lost from
twitching a little, signalling his irritation to his Betas. All of the warriors; Betas and the Omegas, were showing their nervousness. The atmosphere was so thick with tension
month that a rogue
you trying to say that I am at fault? Or that
it certainly is not her fault.",
Placing a calming hand on her brother's arm,
quarter of them are on patrol duty with the other three quarters being stationed in city and/or working as spies, etc. If we want the pack borders patrolled 24 hours we have to do it in three shifts, that is if we want the warriors to stay alert. With there being three shifts the number of warriors on patrol duty gets divided by three. And for a pack land as massive as ours, the number
Ken's fury and he began thinking. The atmosphere also became
would lose our connection with government and influence over humans. We are in an ideal position to keep tabs with latest happenings in the nearby