Darien
I didn't alter my expression. Kept my posture relaxed, my hand resting on the table near my glass. But my attention locked onto him like a bolt sliding into place.
“A rider just arrived at the gate carrying a letter.” Cain's voice was barely above a breath. “It's from the packs that didn't show.”
“How many?”
“Five alphas. They've formed a coalition.” He paused. The kind of pause that told me the next words were the ones that mattered. “One of them is Alpha Harlan.”
Harlan. I knew the name. He controlled the largest pack in the western highlands. Thousands of wolves. A territory that spanned three mountain ranges and was fortified enough to withstand a siege. He was old. Powerful. And had been vocal about his opposition to any form of centralized authority long before the lycan
