{Alpha Harold’s P.O.V.}
As we were on our way to the Desert Moon territory, I was livid at what my sons had done. I knew they were wild and didn’t take our laws seriously. I can’t even count the number of times I had to bail one if not all three of them out. Tucker, my oldest is one week away from being announced Alpha of our pack, and he pulls this kind of s**t. Trevor and Thomas were no different.
I could not afford to be on bad terms with the Desert Moon pack. We were neutral for over five decades. I had never met Dorian Shaw, but I have heard of him. All werewolves know of him. He has built an empire from the ground up, since before he was even Tucker’s age. I needed to stay neutral with him, but it would have been better with an alliance, which is what
