My Alpha Mate's Christmas Gift novel Chapter 35

　　“O-Oh… I see…” Roxanne said, not entirely understanding Rita's explanation, but excited nonetheless.

　　She wanted to know more, so she went back to her seat and sat down, Rita doing the same as well.

　　“So you’re saying everyone here is the same as the Werewolves I’ve heard about on Tv or read in books?” Roxanne asked.

　　“Well, I wouldn’t call us exactly that. We are Werewolves of the Rockwood pack, one of the six factions in the entire Oregon Woods tribe” Rita explained.

　　“Pack? Tribe? I don’t understand. Aren’t all werewolves usually a group of some kind?” Roxanne asked.

　　Rita laughed at Roxanne’s words, making her feel silly for saying anything.

　　“Sorry about that. Ah, it’s just that you’re a bit wrong in that area” Rita said, still chuckling a bit.

　　“As Werewolves, we belong to different packs. A pack is a group of like-minded Werewolves who live together as a family. We are a community of friends who cherish each other and see the other as blood.” She explained.

　　“But… As a Tribe, we do not share such sentiment. As I said, the Rockwood Pack is just one of the six packs in this region. There are five others like us, well… Not exactly like us.” Rita said, adding the last part hesitantly.

　　“Our packs live separate from the other and we each manage our territory. This entire area of the woods belongs to us. The others have theirs as well… But do not be mistaken… We are not the same.” Rita said with a tone of caution.

　　“Our tribe coexists and has formed an alliance, but it wasn’t always this way. In the past, each pack fought the other and a lot of chaos filled the woods at the time.”

　　Roxanne’s excited expression changed to exhibit shock and conflict.

　　“W-What do you mean? You’re all members of the same race, why would you-“ Roxanne asked.

　　“Why else?” Rita interrupted.

　　“For food, territory, power, superiority, revenge, fear… The endless and meaningless cycle continued for so long. Besides, aren’t humans the same way? You fight over every single thing, even from time past.”

　　Roxanne thought deeply and ruminated on Rita’s words. She wasn’t wrong. Human nature was similar to the way she described the wolves. Maybe they weren’t so different after all.

　　“So, what changed? How was everyone able to make up and coexist?” She asked.

　　“Everything changed with the appearance of one existence… The Wolf King.” Rita said gravely.

　　“Wolf king? Hold on, like… That’s a thing?” Roxanne asked with surprise.

　　“Yes, that’s a thing,” Rita smiled.