For a moment, I am a little stunned. I shake my head slightly to clear my brain, and then I look at Alpha Rowleston.
Did not expect that, says Petra.
Should we have?
I stare into Alpha Rowleston’s eyes as I ask him, “why won’t you take sides? Would it not benefit your pack to stick together? And unless I am much mistaken, the Oregon Federation requires that all packs assist if one pack attacks another.”
“You’re correct about the Oregon Federation. And as you are now the head of the federation, I guess it will be up to you what you do about that.” I feel little goosebumps spread across my arms. His tone is mild and non-accusatory, but the message is very clear. Like my father, I will soon face a choice. And no matter what I choose, someone will be upset. Perhaps upset enough to destroy
