Godric’s POV
Word was brought to me by one of my best spies, a tracking wolf who had been following Ash since I first confronted him weeks ago. What he described to me gave me nightmares.
“Your son has mustered two score of wolves,” he announced, laying papers on my desk. "some volunteers, but many under the compulsion of True Alpha.
“Compulsion,” I echoed, the word turning sour on my tongue. “He’s driving wolves in front of him.”
"Yes, Alpha. And that’s not even the worst of it.” The spy handed over another set of papers; these ones were marked shifters. “He’s fighting from behind King Jubril. There have been sightings of three confirmed shifter agents working with him.”
The implications washed over me like a wave. My son—the child I'd scorned as weak, the Omega I hadn't even paid a
