POV: Viktor Beaumont
I ducked as the chair flew over my head and smashed against the wall.
"You have some nerve showing your face here, Viktor!" Alpha Reina of the Silver Creek Pack growled, her eyes glowing yellow with rage. "After what you did to my sister!"
Five years of exile hadn't made her forget. Or accept.
"I didn't come to talk about the past," I said, keeping my voice calm. "I came to warn you about what's coming."
"Another one of your lies?" Alpha Damon sneered from across the room.
The meeting hall of the Northern Alliance was packed with Alphas from seven different packs. Old enemies forced together by a shared threat. And none of them happy to see me.
"My nephew needs help," I said simply. "All of you do."
"Elias Beaumont can fight his own battles," Reina spat. "Or is he as weak as his uncle?"
My wolf growled inside me, wanting to show her exactly how "weak" I was. But I hadn't come hundreds of miles to start another war. I'd come to prevent one.
