The border between wolf and lion territory was marked by nothing more than a line of worn stones and the subtle shift in the scent of the air. After waiting for about half an hour, Alex felt it more than saw it—a heaviness, a watchfulness that raised the hairs on his arms.
When Leo returned from his patrol, he gave a nod to Lucas then Lucas stepped forward, alone, and raised his voice in a formal call that echoed through the trees.
"Lucas, Lord of the Silver Moon Pack, north western territories requests passage into lion territory. I come with companions on a matter of diplomacy. We seek audience with Lord Kaelen."
Silence.
The forest held its breath.
Then, from the shadows between ancient oaks, figures emerged.
Lions.
