<div style="text-align: justify;">December, 1840<br/><br/>Drina Callaghan - Pack Residence - Upstairs<br/><br/>"Oh, Gods", the red-haired woman who was standing outside at a balcony murmured. Despite the bitter cold, she was wearing nothing but her nightgown. It was late, probably around 2 or 3 in the morning, but she couldn't sleep. Some soft marks in her arms told a story of having been injured recently. She was not the only one, though. Not too long ago, a wandering pack had passed by, and hers had needed to defend their territory. It seemed as though more and more packs were moving out of their own lands lately. Of course, they couldn't simply allow them to stay. It didn't work that way. If  they stayed, they would probably try and take over, and Drina wouldn't have that. She wished they didn't need to resort to infighting, though. There were enough foes to worry about outside their community. Now, the other pack had lost a couple members, and theirs had to deal with virtually every member being injured.<br/><br/>The only ones who had not been hurt were her siblings, and Drina was glad they had not. She would have ripped someone's throat out if someone had harmed them. They were still too young to get involved in all the mess, at least in her eyes. She probably worried way too much, but that came with the territory. She was their parent figure, after all. <br/><br/>And there was the uneasy feeling of another kind of danger that had been bothering her. She couldn't really put her finger on it. It was just the feeling that they weren't safe. Maybe they shouldn't isolate themselves so much, she though to herself. Maybe they should stay closer to society and see what was going on.<br/><br/>Feeling a sense of urgency, a sense that she had to do something <span style="font-style: italic">right away</span> - and also feeling too cold to stay outside any longer -, Drina walked back into the room she shared with her mate and sat on the bed. She laid a cold hand on his shoulder and shook it softly, before speaking in a tense whisper.<br/><br/>"Ali... wake up. I want to, I need to talk to everyone. Now".</div>