Alex’s POV
“My sources tell me that Lance invited all the Oregon Alphas except for our distant cousin Darrin to a gathering in Bull Run yesterday,” dad tells me conversationally over breakfast one morning. “And all invitees came except for Alpha Craig. He had a farmer’s market that day in Vancouver.”
“Your sources?” I question, trying to sound bored as I season my eggs with a couple dashes of Tabasco. “So do you mean to tell me that you have an army of spies and informants inside most of the packs just like grandpa had? I’m very surprised at you!”
“Of course I don’t!” Dad tells me rather calmly between sips of his coffee. “But I do have a concerned mother who is very worried about a potential war brewing in our family.”
“Ah, I see,” I respond blandly, not entirely sure whether I
