The President's Mate
I asked quietly.
“It means,” Lucan said, staring at me now, “that this isn’t just about one deadly wolf. This is a message. And I need to inform the Sledge Council. They need to understand what we’re up against. A Zeta in active service means one thing, Eleanor—war. A war we might not survive.”
I touched his arm. “Papa, you need to rest. Please. Let the Council handle this.”
“You don’t get it, child,” he snapped, then softened again. “A Zeta is more dangerous when it serves under a strong Alpha. The Alpha is the Zeta’s source of strength, its reason for living. If that Alpha is powerful, wise, unyielding…”
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