ALPHA Magnus Andersen
he tries one last time, his voice gritted through his teeth.
"Make time," Ulrich answers, his final word carrying the absolute weight of the Supreme Alpha's command. "The decision is final. You go to the Sunclaw Coast."
Magnus’s chest swells on a forced, heavy inhale. Thick tension wraps around his eyes, deepening the lines on his forehead. Ulrich has spoken. He is the head of the royal pack. Magnus does not have the political authority to refuse his leader. His complete helplessness is written all over the way he grabs his goblet of wine and chugs the entire drink down his throat in one massive swallow.