Grandmother let out a sharp snort, cutting off the painfully awkward conversation. She turned to the Alphas, her tone carrying an undeniable authority: "Hebert's disrespect is clear for all to see. If some of these upstart groups don't understand the value of tradition and alliances, perhaps we should remind them what it feels like to be utterly isolated by all the ancient packs. Gentlemen, if you refuse to align with the Bloodmoon Pack, I suspect they'll quickly learn just how important courtesy is."
The Alphas exchanged glances, their expressions growing serious. "We'll give your proposal serious consideration, ma'am," one of them finally responded.
I raised my glass. Without alliances, an Alpha is just fresh meat for rogues. I'll wait for him to come begging, pleading for my hel
