The silence following Vane’s outburst was more violent than any shout. Jax, the Omega, stood frozen in the corner, a witness to the crumbling of the only world he knew. The rest of the pack formed a half circle around the Alpha and the Beta. I stood between the two men. Vane was right; I was the variable that had broken their equation of survival.
"You think I don't know the risks?" Cane asked, his voice dropping so low that it made the tools on the workbench rattle.
He pushed me aside to face Vane.
"You think I haven't spent every second of the last three years trying to keep us alive?"
"You've spent three years surviving," Vane hissed, stepping closer until he was inches from Cane’s chest.
"But in one day, you've started a war we can't win. Silas has the numbers. He has the terri
