ZANE'S POV
The past week had been chaos. Brent had been stirring up trouble, forcing my hand. I had to release him before his sharp tongue poisoned the pack, twisting the truth of his ‘unfair’ trial into something worse.
Not that I feared him… no, Brent had never been a real threat to me. But I feared what he could ignite. The tension within the inner court was already suffocating; the last thing I needed was the entire pack questioning my rule.
And yet, even after his release, I had gotten nothing useful from him. He was running round in circles, avoiding, deflecting. The typical behavior.
I exhaled sharply, scribbling on the treaty. I had officially signed with the bloodhound pack. It would solidify our chances of the incoming threat. I could already feel it brewing.
I rolled
