Alpha Dante’s POV"Dad, we really need your help."The office smelled like ink, old paper, and the sharp bite of disinfectant.I stood by the wide window behind his desk, with my hands clenched in my pockets. Wolves moved across the courtyard below us while my thoughts ran around in circles.Brandon continued to speak behind me. “The pack cannot go on like this,” he said. “Our medical wing is short on supplies. The southern border was attacked last month by the Umbrals.”Without turning around, I stretched out my hand across the glass as Taylor's figure walked across the courtyard.“And?” I asked.He stopped pacing. “And we need your help.”I could hear his breathing shift. My heart pounded away in my chest as she suddenly stopped in the middle as if she sensed me. A smile spread across my face as she shook her head, sent a hateful glare toward the window, and practically ran out of the courtyard.“If we merged the packs,” he continued, “even partially, we would become stronger. Your
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