I could feel it, in the air. My pack could feel it. The Snake Bend Pack could, too. Macbeth wasn’t one of them, but he’d challenged their alpha.
There was a reason that people from different packs weren’t generally allowed to challenge each other.
A challenge to the alpha was always settled with a fight to the death.
Driven by instinct, the Snake Bend werewolves circled the two brothers. River, Selena, and I joined them, and I found myself standing directly between Griffin—who’d chosen to manifest—and Maddy, who appeared to have survived the journey unscathed. The baby was in her arms and she was sleeping soundly. The problems of the pack or the rising tension which was coiling around in the air like a snake, none of them affected the sleeping baby. And for a moment that I wished that I
