LEAH’S POV
Jakob grunts in annoyance, his brow furrowing, but he doesn't argue. He leans back, the wood desk creaking loudly under his frame.
Asher raises his chin, speaking up next with an arrogant smirk. "You set an ambush in the narrowest part of the ravine. You use your three weakest squad members as bait to draw the northern unit into the choke point... stall them with defensive shields, while your two strongest fighters take the herb and scale the eastern cliff face to escape."
I almost let out a cold laugh right then and there.
It is such a typical Asher plan. Sacrificing lower-ranking wolves like disposable shields just so the 'important' Alphas can walk away with the prize.
In his eyes, Betas and omegas exist only to bleed so high-ranking wolves like him can look victorious
