“The same who failed last time?”
The Alpha King paused. “The enemy is treacherous, and he is young. He was overtaken by emotions. It will not happen again. Not after his lesson.”
“We cannot afford another delay. We can send others who are more experienced in hunts,” a second wolf offered.
“These are rogues. What does it matter who we send?” a new voice chimed in.
“Those rogues killed more than half of the Noble Alpha’s elite squad,” the King replied.
“Elite, my foot! Those pups are nothing more than pumped-up peacocks!” the gruff shifter exclaimed.
“Is this what we are here for, my Lords?” Alpha King Mason murmured, turning to those seated at the far left of the table.
The council members fell silent.
The group of twenty-five shifters was in a dark room, lit only by candles mounted
