"Then you're making yourself an enemy of the Alpha King." The threat is clear.
"No." Kade moves to stand directly beside me, a united front. "You'd be making an enemy of the Blackthorn Pack and every allied pack that stands with us. And I promise you, Alaric, there are more of those than you think."
As if summoned, vehicles appear on the horizon. Three of them, approaching from different directions. They pull up to the clearing, and Alphas emerge from each.
I recognize Alpha Chen from the Eastern Alliance, a powerful wolf in his fifties who commands three packs through treaty. Alpha Morrison from the Coastal Territories, younger but respected for her tactical brilliance. And Alpha Reeves from the Mountain Coalition, ancient and cunning and nearly as politically powerful as Alaric himsel
