Alpha Lir POV
"Move it up," I said, the command cutting through the air like a blade. "Forty-eight hours. The Grand Selection happens Thursday."
The High Council representative, a grey-haired wolf named Harken who had served my father, blinked in genuine shock.
His tablet hung in the air, his grip tightening as the blue light flashed across his lenses.
“Alpha Lir, this doesn’t make sense,” he said. “People aren’t even in position yet. You’re rushing this for no reason.”
"I said move it up.” I snapped, turning on him. My wolf was scratching at the back of my throat, restlessly.
"We hold the selection Thursday at 7:00 PM. Any pack not present is disqualified. Their trade status will be revoked, and their territories will be open for Council redistribution."
“Silas asked for five day
