In the high tower of the Hill Pack, Alaric learned of the move and erupted in a fury that shook the walls.
"This mangy spendthrift! How did the son of my blood become so utterly pathetic?" He swept the crystal carafes off his desk, the sound of shattering glass like bone breaking. "He is crawling on his belly to pay off a female he couldn't even keep!"
His assistant stepped forward, scent suppressed in a gesture of submission. "Mr. Hill, do not let his rot infect your peace. It is a tragedy that Nathan chose a parasitic mate over the pack’s honor. But while he falls, Caleb rises. Your second-born has just marked a massive territory with the Browns today."
"The Browns?" Alaric’s eyes flared with a predatory gleam. "Ah... finally, a son who knows how to hunt."
Alaric turned back to the w
