Arrival

'No no no no no no no,' the words kept droning on in my head as I repeated them.
The very girl standing mere meters before me was Casey Fallon. The infamous alpha daughter that many people call a spoiled and biased brat.
Behind her back of course.
But now, we were being pushed closer together, before the crowd of two packs, My father's and her own.
"The fated souls of my son, Conall Flannery, and Alpha Fallon's daughter, Casey Fallon, hereby represent the alliance's of both the Norther Woods pack and the Southern Hills pack. Now, may we make this a night to remember!" My father yelled unto the crowd, jamming a fist in the air at the end.
Cheers erupted from the crowds, excitement resonates through the wolves.
All but me, at least.