“You’re risking everything by standing here, Liana,” Kael’s Beta, a lean wolf with sharp blue eyes, growled. “The Bloodmoon Pack is trouble and your reputation? Even worse.”
“I didn't come here to beg,” I snapped, meeting his glare with my own. “I came to ally. If you want to survive what's coming, you'll listen.”
Kael leaned back in his chair, fingers drumming on the carved wood armrest. His eyes were cold, calculating. "Talk."
I took a steadying breath, suppressing the urge to show weakness. "The Silverclaw Pack has joined forces with Draven’s enemies. My father and his allies won't stop until every pack that supports Bloodmoon is wiped out."
“And why should I care about Draven’s pack?” Kael arched a brow.
"Because they're coming for you too. And if they win, your pack wil
