Lysander’s POV
We sat around a massive mahogany table. Leon sat directly opposite me, his gaze fixed on mine from the other side of the polished wood.
The rogues had attacked his territory again—the first strike in five years. They must have sensed the departure of the Werewitch, the woman who had spent half a decade keeping his pack and the neighboring villages safe.
It wasn't strange at all. I wagered he hadn't considered the consequences when he betrayed Rebecca. He likely thought he had chased the rogues away for good, rendering her useless to him and the leeches he called a pack.
“We are gathered today for two reasons,” Alpha Kendrick began. “First, we must determine how to purge these rogues from Howl Hollow for good.”
Leon shifted awkwardly. He looked uncomfortable under the we
