Throughout the march, various shifters submitted or made oral reports to Alpha Dax – those who had been part of the battle, and those who were coming from other packs to help the returning warriors.
As the reports came in, Dax took stock of what had happened to his almost forty Lightmoon warriors and their over one hundred and fifty allies, thirty of whom had come from Whitehall itself – the Alpha King’s pack.
As Dax put things together, sorting out what needed to reach the Alpha King’s ear versus what he KNEW would reach, whether or not he wanted it to, he paced faster, his mind working.
The Alpha King’s spies are true, Dax reflected, his brow furrowed.
They are everywhere, well hidden.
I can’t stop them, bribe them, or kill them.
Some don’t even know they’re spies.
They just ‘talk’ with others, and those others take the information u
