The Alpha’s Witch

g the rooftops, lightning was flashing left and right, and thunder rumbled every few minutes like my stomach when I hadn't tasted blood in a long time. Not just any blood though, the blood of those

of flavor. My cooks may act like headless chickens, but they knew how to put together a good meal. "Alrik!" Unfortunately for me, my meal was about to be interrupted by my commander. She marched into the kitchen and took a seat beside me. "Good morning, Alrik." I grunted again. She rolled her eyes and grabbed a plate for herself, "As charming as ever, I see." "Commander Reece, if you have nothing useful to say, then stop chattering and eat the food you have stolen from me." "Lucky for you, I do have some useful things to say," she huffed, pulling up a checklist on her phone, "Five rogues were found on the eastern border. They are–" "Commander, you should know the routine by now. Behead them. Heads on the rogue wall." Her eyes narrowed, "I. Wasn't. Finished!" Unlike all other wolves, Commander Reece was not afraid to talk back to me and was the only wolf I would allow to do so. She was a childhood friend that I treated as an annoying little sister. So my respect for her stemmed from those memories and her ability to take charge of my pack warriors. "Alrik, these rogues are children." I stopped chewing and frowned at her passionate statement, "So?" "So? SO? How can you sit there so calmly and ask me to behead children?" "I never said behead them. I meant that this was another useless piece of information you didn't need to tell me. There's a routine for rogue children as well that you seem to have forgotten. Send them to the doctor for health checks. If they're healthy, they are able to start training and schooling. Otherwise, they are nursed back to health before they start. This isn't rocket science, Commander. Where is th