Alarick sat in his throne with a permanent scowl etched on his face as he glared at the door on the opposite side of the room as though willing it to open. The nobles and neighboring Alphas that had gathered at his request lined the sides of the large room, shifting their weight nervously from side to side and speaking in hushed whispers as their eyes flitted from Alarick to the Council of Elders that sat to the right of the throne. Something big was happening, the tension hung heavy in the air, and every gathered wolf was anxious to learn why they had been summoned.
Each wolf present recalled the last time they had gathered in this room and it did nothing to dispel their sense of unease. On that day, scarcely a month ago, Alarick’s Beta had rushed into the room, seemingly to attack his
