The True Alpha

I couldn't sleep. My friend from the North Shore pack, Jessica Pratt, was sleeping in the bunk above me. Soft snoring could be heard from beneath her sheets. There were about twenty of us in the room with the beds squeezed close together, Jessica and I had demanded the beds on the far wall as it had the most space. The cheap cots were borrowed from several packs for the festival that was beginning tomorrow. There were even wolves sleeping outside and in the hallway. Jessica had taken a few ...