Chapter Four

                                    

                                          
"The Alpha is through that door." The leader of the patrol said. During our walk I found out the twins names are Gregory and Tristan. The bald man is named Vincent and the leader of the patrol is named Frederick. He gestured to the door in front of us and stepped aside.
                          
I was surprised at the pack house. It wasn't as large as the previous one I lived in but it had a more home like feeling to it. It was large and had white plastered walls that gave it a modern-ish feeling. There were only two floors and a large winding staircase that led to the top floor. The Alpha office was on the top floor all the way to the left of the pack house.
                          
I opened the large light brown doors that led to the Alpha's office. He was a large man that easily reached the height of 6 feet and five inches. He had a more athletic build than that of the other largely built werewolves. I heard an audible gasp as I noticed that he saw the scars that littered my body. I glanced to my sides and found two soft plush white couches and a multi coloured persian rug that lined the floor.
                          
"What can I do for you?" He asked in a deep voice that gave away that he saw me as a threat. Odd though, no one else did.
                          
"Well, Alpha Harris." I began staring into his eyes. I don't know where all this confidence came from and I was not about to back down now. "I have recently claimed a house roughly fifteen kilometers west of here and would appreciate your permission in regards to residing in said house and access to your territory. I would also like to discuss the possibility of a job."
                          
"A house? West of here?" He said deep in thought. "I think I am aware of this house you are speaking of and permission granted. Under the condition that you maintain and renovate it yourself. Understood?"
                          
"Perfectly." I replied keeping my expression serious. "And the prospect of a job?"
                          
"That will be a little more difficult. I do not know what you are capable of or what you specialize in." He said as he lent his elbows onto his desk.
                          
"Well, I am quite strong when it comes down to fighting abilities and if you are willing, I could be the first line of defense from the western side of the territory. Then all you need to do is focus on the North and South sides. Considering the Eastern side is the ocean, of course." I said with brushing off tone.
                          
Alpha Harris was quiet for a while, while he considered the request. He finally stood fixing the sleeves of his black suit jacket. "I can accept this, however you will need to undergo a few trials, to ensure you are as good as you claim to be."
                          
"Of course." I replied as I stood up and waited for Alpha Harris to leave the room first.
                          
We walked out of the back of the house into a large flat clearing that I assume is used for training. The grass in the middle has already been trampled enough for it to stop growing. Only hardened earth remained. Hundreds of pack wolves had now surrounded the training clearing in a large circle. The Alpha continued to walk until he stood at the very center.
                          
"Welcome." He said loudly towards his pack. "I have called you together, this day, for a very unusual occasion. We are to assess, young Mr. Michael, here. He has offered his assistance to protect the western border, however, we still need to confirm whether or not he is capable of such a feat. Are there any here you will assist confirming Mr. Michael's strength?" About a dozen hands went up around the crowd, including the Beta's, who I now know was the leader of the patrol who brought me here.
                          
"That's encouraging." He said with a smile. "We need the first volunteer." He shouted as a large man came forward from my right. He was just about my height with a pitch black t-shirt that stretched over his large muscles. His shoulder length dirty blonde hair swayed slightly as he moved.