“Forming a union?” Axel repeated.
He was not running for a political party. The Western Border had no need for alliance. He did not even want to form a tie between him and Edward. He was forced to. But most importantly, why would the Wesleyeian pack, who was known for being a quiet tribe, want an alliance?
Their kind hated fights and conflict, which was why they decided to live in the Mountain. They were the most secluded. They had the means to stop whatever was coming their way; their knowledge. They would exchange information for their safety.
They were wise, indeed. But if their speculation was right, that must have mean something was going on. Perhaps, their method was starting to tarnish?
The Alpha, who was standing straight before the captives, looked over his shoulder to glanc
