“Alpha, there is an increase in rogue attacks along our northern border.” Calvin, his beta, reported gravely, laying down the patrol logs on Michael’s desk. His voice carried the weight of both urgency and frustration.
Michael leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples, releasing a slow sigh.
It wasn’t just their pack. For weeks now, the reports had been growing—an uptick in rogue activity, not just in Silverblade, but across several neighboring packs. Only an hour ago, he had ended a tense phone call with Alpha Raymond of Ironclaw, who confirmed his warriors had also been engaged in more skirmishes than usual.
“This isn’t isolated anymore,” Michael muttered, his brows furrowed. “It’s spreading. If we continue to deal with this alone, we’ll be stretched too thin.” He paused, then a
