Chapter 75: Traitors

Caleb Third week of December, Samuel was limping right behind me as I stomped my way into the Alpha's office, blood still dripping from my injured arm. We were both completely covered in mud and blood and sporting some gruesome wounds. "Are you okay?" asked Samuel "Never been better," I said between gritted teeth. I sat by the desk wincing as the claw wound across my back brushed the chair. I checked the security tapes. We had just come back to the Alpha house from fighting off a large group of rogues that had ambushed us while we were training. They had advanced too far into my territory without being detected. They weren't even that strong. So, either my pack is crappier than I thought or there is traitorous scum among the pack members. Luckily, a month ago, my father had finally realized that we are not in the stone age anymore and agreed to install hidden cameras around the pack borders. Just a select group of pack me