Richard had called for reinforcements made up of his elite fighters from New York City. They had flown into Fairbanks overnight and had arrived at Alex’s packhouse before the sun rose this morning. The artists and warriors in the Susitna pack had been divided up into six troops, each led by one of Richard’s wolves. Alex had welcomed all of the New York wolves into his pack, including the Lycan, as honorary members, opening up a mind link between the guest warriors, himself and his pack.
They had spent the early morning doing exercises in their new groups, learning to listen to and trust the troop leaders. Alex had toured Richard around the studios, being sure to show him the rough work that Carmel had done in his studio. Alex was not impressed with the way Richard dismissed her work, e
