Alpha Silas’s POV
It had been two weeks since Damian, Kael, and Aria left the Southern Pack, the same pack where Gracie and Aria had given birth. That's exactly two weeks of silence and two weeks of waiting for Damian to launch any attack on my pack,
Two weeks too long.
I stood behind my desk, my hands pressed against the wood and my eyes fixed on the window overlooking the training grounds. Warriors moved below like ants, oblivious to the storm brewing in my chest. I was losing time and at the same time I was losing control.
Suddenly, a knock came on the door.
“Alpha,” a voice called from the other side.
“Enter,” I said, not moving from my place.
A patrol warrior stepped in. He was tall, broad-shouldered, his expression carved from stone. But I knew he wouldn’t be here unless he
