Reese's POV
I paced back and forth in the dimly lit east wing, my mind racing with strategies to gather allies. Kayson thought he'd neutralized me by locking me up, but I had other plans.
I used my connections with the pack's servants and guards to send discreet messages to potential allies. I bribed a few with promises of power and prestige, while others I manipulated with clever words and half-truths.
First, I reached out to Jax, a hot-headed young wolf with a grudge against Kayson. I sent a servant with a message, careful to avoid detection by Kayson's loyalists.
"Jax, meet me in the old oak cellar at midnight," the message read. "Come alone."
Jax arrived, his eyes blazing with anger and curiosity. I revealed myself from the shadows, my voice low and persuasive.
"Jax, I know you'r
