Heads turned. Cain stepped from the shadows of the chamber’s edge, his arms casually crossed over his chest. His expression was unreadable, almost bored.
Rayne stiffened. She hadn’t even known he was in the hall.
Elder Dena frowned. “You support this, Beta Cain?”
A slow smile curved Cain’s lips. “She’s our Alpha, isn’t she? If she wants to march into Hollow’s Edge, let her. It would be foolish to abandon our own, no matter the odds.”
Rayne narrowed her eyes. That didn’t sound like him.
"Jace and Garran are not really one of us." They yelled back.
"But they joined our pack and fought for this territory like they belonged here." Cain persisted.
“And what of the risk to the territory?” Elder Thorne asked.
Cain shrugged. “We’re already fortifying our defenses. If the Ironfangs planned
