"...I suppose I don't have a choice in the matter, since I'm being kept here." Matthew looked around the room with a meaningful glower and a tight smile. There would be no way for Andrew to take that as anything but a condemnation of his prisoner state. Neither of them were idiots, so if Andrew Troy thought he was going to mistake his circumstances for anything but forced captivity, then he must be out of his damn mind. "So what is it you want my help with?" he asked. "Assuming it's something I can assist you with in the first place.""Nothing too challenging for your abilities, I assure you," said the man. "But it's come time to choose a side at last.""A side? Against -""The rogue wolves. Their attacks are mounting, and I'm not going to sit around playing cool politics anymore when there are lives of actual innocents on the line. Before, they were only chess pieces to be played with or traded off, but things are different now. I'm not my father, or anyone else who came before me t
How ridiculously easy.Andrew had left the main estate moments ago after speaking with Matthew, the foolish heir apparent of Bronze Nation who had tried to throw his lot in with Andrew's father. If he were smarter, he would have known to side with the winning team, but there he was, trapped in a room in the middle of the Troy pack's estate until Andrew decided to let him go. It had been a toss-up in the beginning, wondering whether to play nice and fool the man or to show his cards from the get-go, but in the end, Andrew's pride had won out. He had a signature, after all. He was a persuader, a convincer. To let Matthew know that Andrew had been keeping him on a leash and collar all this time and that he would never be free of it would only set the man against him permanently, which was a bother. Allies when they were willing to subject themselves were so much better to utilize.After all, Andrew had more than enough troublemaking enemies as it was. For instance, Wyatt Troy, his fat
"And you're laughing, why?" Andrew asked testily. "You don't seem to understand your situation here. Or have you finally gone senile after the way you've been spiraling all these years?"Wyatt laughed. He laughed and laughed and laughed. Andrew had always been sharp and clever, more than he had been at his age, but Andrew had one glaring weakness he had never been able to surmount: being humiliated. And laughing in his face while held captive in a dark prison cell normally reserved only for the most scorned of criminals, betraying not one ounce of fear or the respect Andrew craved so badly but giving him disdain instead - weakness, weakness, weakness.And it was well-deserved. Because Andrew had underestimated him. Did he really think the Alpha King of Gold Nation, his father who had come before him and taught him every trick in the book even if not through orthodox means, could be so careless that he would unwittingly fall into a trap as bland as this, without preemptive measures in
"This is dangerous, Daniel. I wish you'd told me about it before you went off and decided your plan for vengeance without me."Beth crossed her arms, face tight with a tired grimace. She hadn't had the heart to argue him down from this reckless plan he had, because she knew why he was being this way: this was a chance to find out once and for all what had really happened to his family. His three brothers whose bodies couldn't even be buried, his father who had become a blank shell of himself and only ever stared out the window or wandered around the pack house, lost in his own home. His mother who had become more distant ever since the tragedy and only continued to drift further away, turning her energy outward. She barely ever sat with her mate anymore, and although everyone still addressed her as Luna if she made an appearance, she kept to herself almost all the day.The Heether pack hadn't survived. It had died that day Warren, Brian, and Carlo fell to the rogues, and it was long
No. This wouldn't do. Beth paced back and forth in her bedroom where she had cooped herself up for hours now. Daniel had left four days ago which meant he and the warriors would only be a quarter of the way to the border by now, but the dark thoughts that swarmed her every night when she tried to sleep warned her that peril could befall them at any moment even from within Silver Nation.She should have gone with him. Strategically speaking, she and Daniel were the only leaders of value worth targeting, and the Heether pack was in unfriendly terrain for any rogue wolves to try to attack. The sister packs that surrounded their territory would make any invasion unlikely without great preparation that the rogues weren't known for. So while that meant she was safe here - she should be with Daniel, because that meant an attack on him was almost imminent. Whether from by rogue wolves or from Andrew's forces that he believed were working with them in the shadows, surely they would be ambus
PRESENT DAY"How about it, Daniel Heether? Should we work together in earnest now? Should I show you the extent of my commitment?"Daniel narrowed his eyes. The extent of his commitment? What was Andrew Troy saying now?"Allow me to explain myself. I sent for her the moment you arrived since I knew you would both want that."On cue, someone knocked on the large, heavy doors of the sitting room, and Andrew and Daniel both looked in their direction as the sounds echoed through the wood. "Come in," said Andrew. "Not a moment too soon or too late."The doors opened with a soundless arc. And there between two Deltas who escorted her - was Beth.He stood up so fast the guards recoiled where they stood, tensing and muscles bunching. So these were real fighters, not the halfling ones that reacted more like humans than werewolves by relying on weapons or other artificial means. These were true Delta guards of the Troy estate, trained to fight the proper way. And that meant they could sense t
She was in her bedroom. Too bad there were so many damn people in this pack house, it was like there was an entire village's worth of residents just on this floor. Not that she and Daniel would have been able to sneakily do anything anyway...The walls were thin enough probably that anyone would be able to hear if they got up to...things.But she was so lonely. Or maybe she was just frightened. She wanted Daniel's touch more than anything, not because of lust, but because she was at a crossroads where she was sure she was supposed to be - the right time, the right place to make a difference. Wasn't that why she was here? It couldn't be a coincidence. An espionage coordination effort to alert the entire nation as soon as the rogue wolves began making their move, she was the first in line to find out if anything happened.And in the future, she had learned things in hindsight, valuable things that she had been too late to utilize. But in this life, she might know it before it even happe
What was he doing? Andrew Troy, heir apparent of the Troy pack, Alpha King of Gold Nation in all but name, bringing her breakfast with his own two hands? It didn't suit him at all, this show of being hospitable and humble, especially when Beth spotted the glint of gold on his fingers as he presented her with the tray. Wearing gold rings inlaid with diamond, jewelry expensive enough to buy out most minor packs' territories outright, but looking at her with that too-kind and pleased smile as he waited for her response...Creepy. There was no other word for it. She especially didn't like the way he placed the tray in her lap over the covers when she had been about to climb out of the bed, effectively stopping her and keeping her in place. And when his hand brushed hers, by no means accidental because Andrew Troy was the kind of man who was deliberate in every action, every word, Beth nearly shuddered with visible disgust. She only stopped herself just in time and disguised the motion