Hours ago.
Sebastian walked out of the council meeting room looking more than a little pissed. He had returned from his days of absence from the pack only to be met with countless pack matters that gnawed at him relentlessly, all while he was already in a state of mind that should not be crossed.
Being the Supreme Alpha, he was in charge of assisting and sending aid to smaller, abandoned packs. He had just learned that one of the packs he had planned to take under Silver, to expand their members, because he had noticed so much potential among those wolves who were dying from poverty and lack of resources, had been under attack by unknown werewolves. Women and their pups had been killed, their heads sent to him as a message, a warning meant to force him to back off from his idea of expanding Silver more than he already had.
