King's POV
I stood at the edge of the clearing, watching the young wolves from different packs size each other up. Great. Just what I needed. A bunch of hotheaded pups ready to tear each other apart.
"Alright, listen up!" I shouted, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "We've got work to do, and I don't have time for your pack rivalries or hurt feelings. Got it?"
A tall, lanky kid with red hair stepped forward. "And why should we listen to you?"
I raised an eyebrow. "Because if you don't, I'll personally make sure you're on latrine duty for the next month. Any other questions?"
The kid shut up, but I could see the defiance in his eyes. This was going to be a long day.
"Look," I said, softening my tone a bit. "I get it. You're all from different packs. You've got history. But r
