Seventeen

We sat in the war room examining the map Logan had laid out. We had reportedly caught a rogue wolf spy and it mean one thing. Vincent was still after us. Logan sat at the head of the table as the alpha, there was an empty chair beside him where Brock should sit but instead he was leaning on the wall on the far corner of the room.

“We can attack them” someone suggested and Logan shook his head.

“We can’t do that Morris, it’s not our style” Logan said, Morris scowled.

“Stop being weak Logan” he said and everyone gasped, no one called the alpha weak. Logan stare was unreadable.

“You’ve got guts” a cold deep voice said and everyone turned.

Brock.

He walked to Morris and told before him. Morris was tall but Brock was no at his level in terms of height and build. Morris stared back defiantly and I wondered if he had a death wish.

“We need a strong alpha not some weakling” Morris growled and Broc