Darien
I made the calls myself.
Not through messengers or formal letters or diplomatic envoys. I picked up the phone and called every alpha, one by one, and offered them the same thing: relocation to the lycan kingdom. Full protection. Housing. Integration into a community that had the walls and the soldiers to keep them safe. I would give them their own sections where they could stay until the threat was over.
Every single one said no.
Alpha Whitfield, the man who’d hosted the Clearwater survivors before they moved here, told me his pack had been in their territory for generations and he wasn’t abandoning it because of a threat that might not come back. Alpha Reeves, who I’d expected to be the easiest yes, said her wolves had built their community from scratch and that asking them to
