Luna of the North
When the brush finally rustles and a small pack of shifters steps out into view, I make my way to the head of our brigade, feeling Wren follow me closely.
At the helm of the pack is indeed an alpha with a dark golden coat. Behind him is another smaller shifter, female, with a silky brown coat. Fanning out in a V-formation are his enforcers, all of them keeping a distance from my own, but still focused intently on our party.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" I drawl.
The alpha shifts to his feet, straightening himself to face me. "Aaron Hampton, I presume."
"Hm," is all I reply with.