Elsa
Saturday arrived, and we set out for the Gray pack’s territory, the sun just beginning to rise on what promised to be a long day. As we drove, my mind wandered to Adam’s past, especially his role in the pack’s leadership. He was the one who had stationed the Alpha in the Gray pack, and I couldn’t help but wonder just how many packs he had conquered and claimed.
"How many packs have you taken over?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.
Adam glanced at me for a moment before answering, his voice calm, almost matter-of-fact. "About twelve packs."
I blinked, shocked by the number. We only had nineteen packs in total. That meant Adam controlled thirteen territories—more than half. The realisation hit me hard. No wonder people didn’t like him. He wasn’t just powerful—he was a
