Alpha Baron’s POV
The meeting had been scheduled for over a month. A coalition of four neighboring packs had requested a sit-down, and although I usually found these gatherings tedious and full of self-important posturing, this one felt necessary. Our pack had suffered enough embarrassments lately, and if we didn’t align ourselves with the right allies, we would be left out in the cold when the next rogue uprising hit.
I arrived at the meeting hall precisely on time, flanked by two of my most trusted guards. The scent of old wood and burning cedar lingered in the air, a mark of tradition in these walls. The other alphas were already seated—Alpha Rowan of the Steel Ridge pack, Alpha Malrik from Moonclaw, and Alpha Vane from the Blood Tundra. They were formidable men in their own rights, s
