Marcus POV
“Spreading? What do you mean it's spreading?” Alpha Rob Dawson of the Wind River pack called out. Sarah had just explained everything Nora had confided in her, as the fox shifter stood nearby with an uncomfortable look on her face.
“Hold on a minute, how do we know we can trust the information that came from a fox shifter?” Alpha Clyde Pewitt, the last remaining Scottish Alpha sneered. He was the youngest Alpha of the group, but the most stuck up. He believed that since his pack was situated within the Kingdom, he was better than every other Alpha in the room.
Marcus could see the fire in Sarah’s eyes ignite at the insult to her friend, as the poor fox turned beet red.
“Alpha Clyde, I suggest you watch your tongue! Nora has been nothing but loyal to me since she started work
