Claimed by the Straight Alpha
“The… the White Wolf is real?”
My lips curled. “Oh, he’s real. And far more powerful than your rumors claim.”
Another rogue—lean, wiry, with silver streaks in his hair—tilted his head. “Why should we help you get him? What do we gain?”
This time, I laughed.
Not softly.
Not kindly.
A sharp, dangerous sound that echoed across the clearing.
“You gain everything.”
I let the silence hold before speaking again.
“The White Wolf carries a fragment of divine power. A fragment taken from me. With it, I will reshape the hierarchy of wolves everywhere. No more councils. No more alliances. No more territories.” I swept my gaze across them. “Only power. Pure and unchallenged.”