"What have you done?" Vincent demanded.
Michael's face remained impassive. "What was best."
Vincent made a fist, his claws biting into his palm. "For the pack or for you?"
"The pack?" Michael gave a cold laugh. "What pack?" He glanced at the two wolves beside him. "These Legion dogs? They serve me because I am alpha."
Confusion raced through him. His eyes flicked to the other two wolves. He didn't recognize them, or their scent. He could scent other wolves on them, none of them familiar. "Where is our pack, Michael?"
Michael glared at him. "You have no pack, brother. But if you are referring to the disgraceful bunch of wolves from before your exile they are gone."
No, not possible. His wolf whined with despair, even after all these centuries he still remembered that connection. "You
