Alpha Stefan’s POV
Reluctantly, I admire the land as we drive through it. It’s well tended, cattle roaming, welcoming homes, acres and acres of green fields and woodland. If I didn’t know any better, I’d even say this place was peaceful. But of course it’s well tended when they have thousands upon thousands of slaves who are forced to serve.
The intel we received on this place, made me feel ill. My heart carries sadness for those who live under this rule, but equally I’m proud of how different our pack is.
“Stop frowning, Son. Remember, we’re here to peacefully discuss opening up trade and forging an allegiance. We can’t appear hostile,” my Father says, knowingly. It’s like he’s delved into my mind and read my thoughts.
“Sorry, Father. As soon as the car stops, I promise my head will
