KARLA’S POV
Things have been crazy since Mali left, but I was not going to burden her while she was supposed to be relaxing.
It’s like the Alphas knew the minute she left, as they started ringing me. The first to ring was the young Alpha, who verbally attacked Mali some time ago.
The conversation went like this: “Good morning, Beta Karla, how are you today?” Yep, flattery straight off the bat never meant anything good.
“I’m fine, Alpha George yourself?”
“Wonderful, thanks for asking. Now I have a proposition for you.”
“Hmmm, and what might that be?”
“Well, you’re a werewolf and we wolves need to stick with our own kind. Surely you can see that the Alpha Queen isn’t really what our packs need right now, we need someone of our own people to lead us.”
“You realise that is treas
