Drew Greyson stood before the massive table, his gaze fixed on the intricately carved three-dimensional map of the Alpha King’s territory. The map was a masterpiece, with every peak, valley, and river painstakingly rendered into the polished wood, capturing the vastness of their world. His eyes narrowed as they traced the far eastern edge, where a cluster of small packs resided. Those packs were vulnerable, isolated from the heart of the kingdom and far from the protection of the larger, stronger packs. The only region worth protecting was the city of Aspen, which towered over the insignificant packs.
He turned to Tarren Greene, his Beta, who stood at attention beside him. “Why are my men being dispatched to those eastern packs?” Drew’s voice was cold, edged with frustration. “The King’s
