The week of revision went by slowly and torturous. Every exercise was intensified twice as hard, just to be sure that we were indeed ready.

My father told us that we would hear the plan today, and that was the only thing that kept me from losing my mind from all the pain. We would find out when we're scheduled to leave, how long we are expected to complete the mission, and so on.

Aiden and I quickly made our way to Father's office, anticipating the news we will receive. Everyone who didn't know about the mission were sent out of the house before the meeting started. This was confidential information that could only be shared with people we could trust. Imagine having such information falling into the wrong hands? Detrimental. 

Entering the room, we saw both Beta Phillip and our dad waiting with satisfied yet confident looks on their faces.

"My pups!" He beamed joyfully, causing us to groan as he embraced us in a warm hug.

Our father wasn't the affectionate type, but he loved his kids. He said we were the reason he was still sane after our mum died.

He told us the story of how she died a couple months after giving birth to us. Sometimes it hurt to live without a mother, but we never actually mourned her, since we didn't know her personally. We loved her though. She was described to be strong and loving. She was quite beautiful too, from the pictures I've seen.

She'll always be a part of us no matter what. 

Dad gestured for us to sit as we made our way across the table. Both of them had papers and documents neatly aligned across the table.

This is going to be a long meeting. 

"So as you know by now, you will go undercover in our neighbouring pack to carry out your mission" He started, suddenly serious, so we matched his demeanor.

"You will leave next week" Phillip stated nonchalantly, but I could see that he was excited for us.

Our seriousness was long gone as we fist bumped the air with whispered cheering. We were finally going on our mission.

undercover as 'chief warriors', where Aiden would

would be observing and making notes, compiling and strategizing their moves and skills to put them to proper use. Like a warrior supervisor. This was odd, given that we were

to act like he doesn't while taking instructions from other non-Alpha

was bummed that I spent so many years training to only be 'supervising', so I protested. Luckily after much bickering, we came to a conclusion that

in the Alpha house, which was exactly what we needed to get the information we wanted.

since

with them, but we were informed that

Alpha died, his son still wasn't old enough to take over as yet, so the Beta was

make alliances with other

was easy to convince" He continued. "Since everything is new to him, it will be easier for you guys to swoop in, get the

only it was that

was building up the pack to be strong. To everyone else in other packs, we were

that happens in the werewolf community, but not often. Alpha's respected each other and their property, but you

are until they reveal themselves, which they normally do when a pack was at its most vulnerable state. In our case, losing a Luna. After mom died, dad admitted that he got weak and that's when Truemoon attacked

time around, the invasion will be made in reverse. The new Alpha is inexperienced, giving us more than an advantage. To some this might seem ruthless, but so

was so specific with his timing, he had

while we nodded, having heard them every day

would you guys prefer to have a name

"Yes"

said together. It was weird, because every time we talked together it was usually the

He tried to explain as if it was the most obvious thing in the

be too obvious. Not to mention the scent of the pack that I'm sure they still know. Plus, our striking resemblance to mom...They wouldn't know we're there on a mission. What if they spread the word that the

risky. I think we should keep our identities. No one will be suspicious that the Alpha's kids are the chief warriors. By far, they believe

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