Amaya rubbed her temples hard, trying to soothe the headache wrecking her to no avail. Scattered defense maps and itineraries lay before her, and then there was still the rogue attack at the borders.
“Alpha, you don’t have to worry about the rogues. General Galen is on his way to deal with them.”
“How’s our negotiation with Alpha Bertrand coming along? Has he agreed to sell the tungsten mine to us?”
Kyro exhaled heavily and shook his head.
“Not yet, Alpha. At first, he suggested we take the mine but divide the output into two—half for him.”
Amaya’s eyes narrowed. “What?” She scoffed. “Greed truly is a disease. The old man has changed.”
“I declined. We want the tungsten for weapon production, and it costs too many resources. Sharing would weaken us, not just financially but strategica
