The air in the war room of the Death Valley Pack was thick with tension.
Whenever an Alpha summoned his top subjects here, it meant one thing..
War was on the door.
Around the table sat the highest-ranking members of Death Valley..the elders, the warlord, and a handful of elite warriors who were dimmed the most loyal.
They were waiting for him..
Not Ragnar, no…the new Alpha.
Prince.
The first few months of his reign was noticeable among all. He was fast in his decisions and actions. The first thing he did was lock up his father for his supposed treachery. Then he took out smaller packs like Grim Lord Pack and Astray Pack, took the warriors and built his own army.
The door of the room pushed open and all eyes snapped to it.
Prince walked in, barely acknowledging anyone else.
Then
