Outside the snow was dirty, the air was pitch black just like the pair of eyes that the alpha who sat on his throne listening to his scouts word.
He had sent him in order to spy on Red sorrow, specifically the alpha of Red sorrow.
“More wolves are gathering under the Omega Alpha,” his scout said, head bowed low. “Not warriors. Outcasts. Omegas, zetas, broken deltas. They train under her. The packs have demanded that she hand them over but she has refused.”
For a moment Diesel just stared, then he threw his head back and laughed.
“Trash,” he said between chuckles. “She gathers trash and calls it a pack.”
His Beta smirked, his Gamma let out a sharp snort of agreement, but Diesel’s eyes gleamed dark with hunger.
“Let her feed the strays. It won’t matter. Trash burns just as well as wa
