Three days of relative peace was apparently all the universe was willing to grant us. Three days to heal our wounded, repair the packhouse, and adjust to the new normal—a normal that included a Luna who could command wolves with her voice and transform into a fifteen-foot shadow monster.
I was honestly good with most of it, especially the part where Rachel Santiago practically pissed herself every time Savannah walked into a room. Payback was sweet.
What I wasn't good with was the current situation unfolding in our meeting room.
"Silver Crest has always been a good neighbor to Bloodmoon," Alpha Manolo Rivera was saying, his accent thickening as he leaned forward earnestly. "We have helped each other many times, no?"
"Of course," Caleb replied diplomatically. "Our packs have a strong al
