{Wyatt’s P.O.V.}
After two hours, in this damn meeting of whether not packs were going to renew their peace contracts or not, it was currently half and half in the room. Half the packs wanted to keep it neutral, while the other half wanted nothing to do with the Halfmoon pack.
“Alpha Wyatt? What say you?” Elder Scott asked.
“Nay,” I respond in one word. The room fell quiet and dark. Even though six other packs rescinded their contracts, losing me would be a huge blow to the Halfmoon pack, and they knew it. “I refuse to be neutral let alone become allies with a pack as cruel and demented as this one,” I explain.
“Does this have to do with your mate?” Elder Scott asked.
“Part of it does yes, but personally, I’ve wanted out of t
