Chapter 88: Supreme Pack Politics
(Marcus's POV)
Richard Blackwood’s arrival hit the training facility like a storm.
The tension in the air thickened instantly, wolves stepping aside as the Supreme Alpha of the Eastern Pack made his entrance. He moved with purpose, each step deliberate, his silver streaked hair glowing faintly under the flickering facility lights. The weight of his presence radiated outward, silencing conversations instantly.
“Marcus,” he greeted me, his voice smooth and laced with authority. “What an unfortunate situation we’ve found ourselves in.”
I bit back a growl. “Richard.” My tone was curt, my fingers curling into fists by my sides. “Your presence here is... unexpected.”
Richard’s sharp features twisted into an arrogant smirk. “I go where I’m needed. You
