Marcel's POV
I frowned and skimmed through the reports that had come in yesterday evening. Being an alpha didn't come with a vacation; every day, something new popped up that needed my attention.
Something like the Silvermoon pack in this case.
My pen ran over my journal as I documented my plan of action. The Silvermoon pack was known for its isolation. It was fiercely independent and detached from the hierarchy of the werewolf realm.
It operated on its government and was out of my authority. However, I was about to venture out of my bounds to visit them.
But rumors of unrest had started filtering through, and the last thing I needed was for them to threaten the delicate balance I maintained in the packs under my rule.
If Silvermoon descended into chaos, the ripple effects would undo
