REID
The rogues thought they had won when they burned down my pack. They wanted to humble me.
They wanted to use the safety of my people as a weapon against me. They thought I would go into hiding.
But why would I hide? I was the Alpha Reid.
My name alone was enough to make low-ranking wolves roll onto their backs in submission.
I felt the shift in the air as we crossed the border of the Crescent Blood Pack.
"Their border security is a joke," I muttered internally, the thought directed at Ace.
My wolf let out a low growl of agreement.
The sensors were poorly placed. The scent markers were weeks old and fading, and the patrol was nowhere to be found.
It was an insult to the land. This will change the moment I become the new Alpha of this Pack.
We didn't shift. I wanted the
