ALPHA GOD
“Do you know who these outsiders are?”
Alaric shook his head weakly. “Only that they’re not like us. They… they promised power in exchange for loyalty. But it’s a trap. They’ll destroy us all.”
Before Rayka could press him further, Eira returned with a canteen of water. She handed it to Helmar, who carefully tipped it to Alaric’s lips. The Silvermane alpha drank greedily, the color slowly returning to his face.
“Rest now,” Rayka said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. “We’ll figure this out.”