GREENWOOD’S POV
"Repeat that," I said, my voice dangerously low. I didn't look up. I couldn't. If I met his eyes, I might rip the throat out of the very man I had trusted for a decade.
My Beta, Elias cleared his throat, the sound rasping in the quiet room. "The quarterly reports from the northern trade routes, Alpha. Our distribution of Aether-Bloom tonic has plummeted by another forty percent. The Silver-Crest Pack has canceled their annual contract. The Stone-Ridge and Iron-Claw Packs have followed suit. They are refusing our shipments, claiming the potency is no longer worth the premium price."
I slammed my fist onto the desk, the wood groaning under the force of the blow. "The price hasn't changed! We are using the same soil, the same harvest cycles, the same extraction vats!"
Aeth
