“He’s blaming me.” I said finally.
Maris gave a small uncomfortable shrug.
“Yeah.” She said. “Pretty much.”
Anger flared in my chest but it mixed with something else too. Fear. Because Alpha John knew exactly what he was doing. He was not attacking Ezra directly right now. He was attacking the thing Ezra cared about. Me.
And the worst part was that it would work on some people. Packs were built on loyalty and hierarchy and tradition, and when something disrupted that balance wolves looked for a cause. It was easy to point to an outsider. Especially an omega.
“Who has he been saying this to?” I asked.
“Mostly the older warriors.” She said. “The ones who served under him before Ezra took over.”
That made sense. Those were the wolves most likely to listen to him. Maris leaned forward s
