JULIAN'S POV
It's official. The war was between me and Uncle Lucas. He'd somewhat succeeded in coaxing some of the pack elders to his side of the table. Not just that, that motherfucker had all of these planned out from the onset.
He'd formed an alliance with some pack around the province. They pledged their support to him, under the guise that they could form a rigid bond with an Alpha that isn’t able to protect his pack.
Translation; they meant I was a bloody weakling. I was going to show them who the boss was. I never failed at anything. I wasn't going to start with something that should easily be given to me, on a platter of gold.
These few pack elders, now regard him as Alpha. Enzo frowned, “Man, we don't have time for any of this, and you know it,” His tone sounded frantic. “
