Drakhar Karagan Port Angeles used to be a quiet town. Well, about as quiet as a town inhabited by an entire werewolf pack could be. Over the past few years, that peace had become increasingly rare. Not only were we fighting enemies along the northern border, but we were also dealing with a fracture within our own pack. I rubbed an open palm across my face and kept my eyes fixed on the office window, watching the tree line that bordered our territory. It had once stretched as far as the eye could see. Now, the border was drawing closer. "Drakhar?" My brother, Draven, called my name, interrupting the flow of my thoughts. He had a remarkable talent for appearing precisely when I wanted to be alone. "We need to talk." "Go ahead." I turned toward him and leaned against the old wooden desk. Draven, the most respected Beta in the entire pack and my right-hand man, stood in the doorway with his arms crossed, wearing the serious expression he always had whenever he was about to delive
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