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a trusted courier. It contained a complete, unredacted inventory of the Blackwood armory

g potions, tactical gear, even training personnel-to Brielle's home pack, the Frost River Pack. He was propping up a w

accusation would just be seen as another jealous outburst. I needed to

he allied packs in the region gathered at the Blackwood territory for two days of negotiati

ubmissive, pale blue gown. I left it in the box and instead chose to wear the ceremonial armor of a Silvermoon Matriarch: a

f the great table, turned to look at me, and his face was a mask of cold fury. I had deliberately up

or the Silvermoon Alpha, which had been left empty as a courtesy. It was

discussed border treaties, trade agreements, and the growing threat of rogu

for mutual defense. Alpha Kael of the Stoneclaw Pack, a g

ce them, but you've said you have it under control. Yet my scouts say your warriors are il

was

voice carrying across the silent hall. All e

up and addressing the assembled Alphas. "This is not due to a lack of resources withi

ime or place," Ryker warn

aling supplies, and even our elite trainers have been diverted. No

elle's father, shot to his feet, his face

chip contains the Blackwood armory logs for the past six months. It details every potion, every blade, every training

ipped our patrol. They are now the best-armed warriors on this continent." I let that sink in. "But the question remains. Why was our Alpha weakening his own pack to strengthen anothe

g in the best interests of the alliance, or ev

is body was vibrating with a rage so intense I could feel t

rled at me. "You have aired our priv

You betrayed this pack when you put your mistress before o

he summit had devolved into chaos. I had exposed his weakness, his poor judgm

hing me from the side of the room. He wasn't

d my Alpha to the very edge. And a cornere