DARIUS
I met with the Alphas who’d arrived to help after the battle—Nightshade, Riverside, Coastal, and two lower-ranking pack leaders from packs that bordered Goldblood lands.
The damaged Pack House had become a makeshift summit. We assembled in the remnants of the main conference room, where crumbling walls and scorched odors loomed. Not the most diplomatic of environs, but no one seemed to mind.
The Alphas wanted explanations.
“What was, exactly, your relationship with the federal government?” Alpha Riverside inquired, her voice sharp. She was a middle-aged wolf with iron-gray hair hair and eyes that lost nothing. "What information have you shared? So what exactly are the terms of this integration you’re going on about?”
I was honest. Maybe too truthful for political wisdom, but I
