“What? Where are we going? Aren’t we supposed to rendezvous at the Alpha’s order, Sir Jonas?” a young warrior asked, confusion clear in his voice.
“I’ll explain it to him later,” Jonas replied firmly. “But right now, we need to go to this place immediately,” he added.
“What for? And why can’t you tell us directly?” another questioned.
Jonas sighed deeply and looked at the two young wolves who were watching him closely.
“Marco, Levi, and Anton,” he said, his voice calm but serious, “we are going to intercept a trade.”
The two exchanged glances, their brows furrowing in surprise.
“A trade? What trade? Is that why you were talking to that man in the parking lot earlier?” Levi asked. Jonas turned his eyes toward him sharply. “I saw you,” Levi added carefully, almost as if he was afraid o
