Midas sat behind his desk, staring at the several letters breaking the alliance contracts. The neighboring Alphas had wasted no time distancing themselves after hearing of Moon Lake’s misfortunes. Luna Dalia’s fragile state and Alpha Malcolm’s lingering coma quickly reached their ears. Being tied to a weakened pack was a liability no leader was willing to accept. To them, Midas was inexperienced and already marked by failure. The number of deaths from the rogue attack stood as undeniable proof, at least in their eyes, that he was not ready to lead.
“Attack them!” Henry slammed his fist against the edge of Midas’s desk. “Remind them who they’re messing with.”
Mateo leaned back against the far wall and rolled his eyes. He wasn’t ranked, but even he knew how reckless that sounded. He looke
