Nolan POV
Alpha Alric sat stiffly across from me. He always appeared stiff—not uncomfortable, but poised, like he was ready to take action at any moment. It was almost unsettling.
I’d dealt with many other Alphas in my time as leader of Silver Fang, and none of them had ever been quite so on edge as Alric. It made me curious about what he’d experienced to make him so guarded, but we didn’t exactly have the type of relationship that would make it appropriate for me to ask.
His sharp eyes were scanning over the paper in front of him—the final version of the agreement between our packs. It had been a long and difficult negotiation to reach this point, and I didn’t blame him for reading over every line carefully.
But the longer we sat there, the more frustrated I became. If he were to ma
