Alpha Rowland slammed his fist on the table so hard the scattered maps jumped.
"What are we still waiting for?" he barked. "We have the bigger army. We should storm that damn palace right now and kill every single one of them, so you," he jabbed a finger at Cane, "can take charge."
Alpha Cane sat at the head of the table, surrounded by the two alphas he "felt" he trusted. The irony wasn't lost on him considering trust was a joke among the west pack wolves.
He didn't delude himself into thinking they were friends or that they liked him. They were together today because of ambition and blood, nothing more.
After all, they had used and betrayed Marlow, one of their own. This alliance would end the same way. Except he'd be smart enough not to fall victim.
