Moonbound to a Human
I snapped.
“We found a woman on the east boundary trail, sir. She…” he hesitated, “She’s a human. No pack scent. No silver. She was lost, half frozen. We brought her here, before the storm could get any worse.” His words spilled faster and faster from his lips.
“A human crossed into our territory?” I asked as I slowly set my whiskey down.
“Yes, Alpha.”
My irritation spiked again, hot. Humans didn’t wander onto my lands by accident. Not this deep at least. Not past the warning signs, not past the scent marks that made even the most seasoned of hikers feel uneasy without knowing why.