CAINE
Far in the distance, the horizon glows a dull orange, courtesy of the giant pyre burning the Blue Mountain Pack's dead.
Everything's going too smoothly this evening. Not a single issue has come to my attention. No one's acting out. Trouble is nonexistent. It's unrealistically peaceful.
The succession ceremony was flawless, but there's a vague itch in the back of my head. Something is brewing in this pack, but I've yet to find even a hint of what it may be.
"You look like you're about to start another rampage," Jack-Eye observes. He's been in good spirits since my subordinates' little intervention; funny, because my mood has only soured.
I glower at my beta, my jaw tight. My gaze shifts past him as the new Luna struts toward us with a self-important smile plastered on her face. Great. Dealing with her will only make my irritation worse.
"Handle her," I mutter to Jack-Eye, turning away before she reaches us. "I'm not in the mood."
