151. Javier
"Hello, Alpha Javier!" Lenox’s voice crackled through the speaker the moment I accepted the call.
My chest heaved, rage simmering beneath my skin, my breathing jagged. My hands curled into fists at my sides, barely holding back the frustration that had been gnawing at me for weeks.
Everything in the Crimson Pack was spiraling out of control. The pack’s finances had dried up, leaving most of the members starving. The price of food had skyrocketed, forcing the weaker ones—those who couldn’t afford it—to wither away in poverty. This was no longer a rare occurrence but a routine reality. Our investors had abandoned us, and the packs we once traded with had severed ties with us. I was losing everything, and the Council smelled blood in the water.
They wanted me gone for good.
