"The Western Packs have always been loyal subjects! Rogues have terrorized their territory more than the rest of ours!" General Craft indignantly said, slamming his fist on the table. "That is correct, but this is the part of the riverbanks we need to set up camp." General Hassan pointed at a fertile piece of land beside the river. "It belongs to the Desert Fang pack." Just as I suspected. "Desert Fang?" General Xerxes, our intelligence officer, asked. I took a deep breath and stared them all down one by one. "Alpha Theodore's pack." I growled out. They all stopped, looking at me with bated breath. "Not anymore." Clayton hesitantly said. "Who is their new alpha?" "Alpha Theodore's cousin, Jason Blackmore. Gold Rank. And I have to tell you, Jon, he is furious." General Hassan said, exhaling
