I bounded up to my Alpha.
“You wanted to see me?” I said, bowing my head into the dirt as the ancient code of Cypress Wolves commands.
My leader lifted his snout to the sky, where clouds loom in the distance.
“You know why I have called you here,” he said, his voice deep and troubled.
I nodded, my face still in dirt. Of course he could tell. All of the wolves could read minds and tell the future.
“It is about my kind,” I said. “All of the killings.”
Humans, my kind was attacking the wolves. Killing my family.