Marcus's POV
The table was round, the men seated around it anything but equal. Some were Alphas, others Betas, a few representatives of border Packs that barely managed to hold their territory. I sat at the head, not just by placement, but by dominance. The air bowed to me. They could all feel it, though none would say it out loud. They dared not. When I moved out, people would think I was just an ordinary man and stepped on my toes. And usually, I'm usually dressed in a sheep's clothing. They would think I'm a sheep, bit when I strike, I unleash the wolf and serpent in me.
"The rogue attacks near the eastern ridge are becoming frequent. They are attacking nonstop, Marcus," Alpha Tenneson said, flipping through the thin reports like they personally offended him. "Our patrols are stretche
