Max crossed his arms, leaning on one of the pillars that were supporting the wooden cover above his head, created to keep the front porch of the Silverton packhouse protected from the rain and sun. There were several rocking chairs there, some screeching quietly as the afternoon wind made them rock by themselves.
His eyes remained on his warriors and several of the Silverton’s omegas who were currently stacking up more of the Moon Allase supply into the open trailer attached to one of his pack’s cars.
Their visit to the Blacktooth pack had garnered little merit outside of showing support and securing their connection. The Blacktooth pack had lost half a dozen people during the fight before taking down two of the three rogues themselves. Max had left two of his warriors to follow the tra
