Far from the blood-soaked forest, Diesel sat on his throne of black stone, the great fire in Moon Fury’s hall snapping and spitting as shadows licked across his face.
Jenny knelt at his side, pale and trembling, her hand bandaged clumsily from some earlier punishment.
He ignored her.
His eyes were fixed on the scout before him, who knelt with his head pressed to the floor.
“Say it again,” Diesel murmured. His voice was calm, but the Beta and Gamma flanking the throne stiffened.
They knew that tone.
The scout swallowed hard.
“Red Sorrow stands strong, Alpha. Amber-Louise Collins has united the omegas, she’s training them, leading them. Packs whisper her name now. They call her the Omega Alpha. She only lost two wolves during the fights”
A low chuckle rolled out of Diesel’s chest.
