Chapter 7 ❥ Karma

Rick When I enter the tent of doom, it surprises me to see the Red Alpha meditating. She's sat cross legged on the sheep skin rug with her hands held palms up at her side. There's a flow around her, I would think it was heavenly if it weren't for her hellish demeanor. She doesn't open her yellow eyes, let alone whisper a word of recognition, all she does is lift a single finger to tell me to wait where I am. I stand there impatiently, never straying my gaze from my boss as she draws out whatever it is she's doing. The other night I gave her my plan of attack, a fake storm on the Green Pack, my second false battle to ensure they don't know what's coming next. The Red Alpha hired me to do this very thing, use my best war strategies to help her plan, but she's ignoring me. It's been days, and she hasn't yet approved my plan. Her procrastination is annoying me. It's too bad that she's practically sealed my lips with her dirty