SILVER HOLLOW
Alpha Jason sat in his office, having meeting with the elders.
Elder Matthias, his silver hair pulled back in a neat tail, cleared his throat. “Alpha, the matter cannot be ignored any longer. Our trade routes have been slowing for months. We’ve lost three merchants to Moon Claw alone in the last quarter.”
Several others nodded grimly. Elder Janet leaned forward, her hands folded. “It is not only trade, Alpha. The goodwill we once enjoyed with allied packs is weakening. Supplies are harder to come by, and what does arrive costs twice as much.”
Jason leaned back in his chair, his jaw tightening. He hated the tone they used...like they were speaking to a reckless boy instead of their leader.
“I’m aware of the numbers,” he said, “but I will not bend this pack’s neck to be
