“Alpha John of The White Forest Pack,” I called.
“We, uh, I back your challenge,” he responded.
I nodded deeply to him, keeping my face passive. I caught Ezra’s eye briefly, and his gaze was so intent on me that I had to look away, afraid I would be overcome with emotion that would crack the composure I was desperately clinging to.
“Alpha Issac of The Blue Mountain Pack?”
Alpha Issac stepped forward. “We support your claim, me and my heir both do.” He bowed his head, and I returned the gesture.
Then I moved to the ones I wasn’t sure of. I was saving the one who started it all, the one who put the idea in Sam’s head for last, hoping I could count on him to sway the crowd.
“Alpha Owen of The Starry Ravine Pack?” I willed the nerves down, tucking them away with the anger I kept so ca
