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Casts 94

    <b>Chapter 94 </b>


    LEON <b>POV</b>


    “Did <b>you </b>hear!” I Ethan burst into my office, his breathingbored as if he’d run the entire way from his quarters,


    I set down the financial report Id been reviewing and raised an rychem at his flustered state. “Hear what? And why are you rushing und kated


    “Alpha Adrian of Dasisbon Pack has killed Alpha Kanel Ethan Munted out, his eyes wide with excitement. “Kane of Gravestone Park is dead!”


    1 leaned <b>back </b>in my leather chain, unimpressed. Two inelevant western packs fighting amongst themselves. What does that matter to us?”


    That’s not all, Ethan pressed on, moving closer to my desk. I also heard that assborn Pack has dissolved the entire eavestone Pack and absorbed Territory


    Now that made me pause. My fingers stilled on the report’s edge as I looked up at him properly. Theplete distion of an established <b>pack </b>was rare–k unprecedented, even.


    Typically, when an Alpha <b>was </b>killed, the pack would quickly elect a new leader and continue operations. For an entire existence… that spoke of something beyond a simple territorial dispute.


    to be dissolved and enesed from


    “Oasisbom,” I mused, the name


    name triggering an unwee memory. “That’s the park your sister joined,


    ed, isn’t it?


    Ethan’s expression shifted<b>, </b>ufortable. Yes, Alpha. <b>She’s </b>still there, as <b>far </b>as I know.”


    ‘Has she responded to any of your messages <b>since </b>herst letter? I asked, though I already suspected the answer.


    “No,” he admitted, his shoulders slumping slightly. “I tried to convince her toe home after she first wrote to tell <b>us </b>about joining them, but she never replied. It’s been months now,”


    Anger red in my chest, bot and immediate. “<b>Since </b>she’s made her choice, stop trying to bring her back!” I snapped, my voice carrying enough force to <b>make </b>Ethan step back. “I don’t want to hear another word about your <b>sister’s </b>juvenile rebellion.”


    “I know <b>Skye </b>can be stubborn and childish,” Ethan said carefully, his tone apologetic. I thought <b>maybe </b>after four years away, she might have matured. If you <b>asked </b>her to return, perhaps she would listen to you


    I out him off with a harshugh. “She left without <b>permission</b>, joined another pack without consulting anyone, and now you expect me to beg for her return? The very suggestion was insuhing. “If she wants to y at independence, let her face the consequences alone”


    Ethan lowered his head, reading the finality in my tone. He mumbled something about getting back to training and quickly retreated from my office.


    After he left, I tried to focus on the financial reports, but the mention of Oasisbom and <b>that </b>Alpha Adrian kept gnawing at my concentration


    Six months until the Alpha King election. I needed to <b>stay </b>informed about potentialpetitors, regardless <b>of </b>how insignificant they might seem.


    Lopened myptop and navigated to the candidate database <b>I’d </b>been monitoring. <b>Several </b>familiar names popted the list:


    Alpha Maxwell of Stormbowl Pack–ruthless, experienced<b>, </b>and politically savvy. He’d been consolidating power for <b>years</b>, <b>no </b>doubt preparing for this very election.


    Alpha Xaver of Silverscreen Pack in Los Angeles<b>–</b>young, charismatic, media–Gained. His Hollywood–inspired PR team <b>had </b>transformed him into something like a werewolf celebrity, appealing especially to younger pack members across the continent.


    Alpha Rodrigs of Ironwater <b>Pack </b>from the <b>Gulf </b>Coast–ancient bloodline, vast resources, traditional power hase. His territory <b>included </b>several major ports, giving him significant economic influence.


    <b>Alpha </b>Morgan of Cascade <b>Pack </b>from the Pacific Northwest–leveraging her female identity <b>to </b>unite female werewolves across the continent. She built a <b>massive </b>support base by advocating for female rights and welfare. Though her supporters were predominantly Omegas with limitedbat <b>abilities</b>, they <b>made </b>up for it in sheer numbers.


    Tandled to the bottom of the list, noting that another name had been added sher Td lost checked. <b>My </b>bond was! rold then thewhe<fna39f> ?????? ???? Find[?]ovel</fna39f>


    Alpha Adrian, Oasisbom Pack, Western Territories


    I clicked on his profile, and a photograph loaded. Strong jawline shadowed with dark stubble, hair the color of midnight, amber eyes that seemed <b>to </b>even through the digital linage. He was undeniably handsome in a niggeil, dangerous way that would probably appeal to certain demographics.


    Myptop n went dark with a forceful snap as I mmed it shut.


    How dare he?


    This nobody from nowhree, leading a pack so insignificant I had even heard name until today, thought he coldpete at this level?


    Was this why Skye had joined his pack? Had she been swayed by a pretty face and empty promises? The thought made my jaw clench painfully.


    He thought killing one minor Alpha and absorbing <b>a </b>failing pack gave him the credentials to lead all North American werewolves? The arrogance was


    staggering.


    I stood abruptly, pacing to the window that overlooked Frostshadow’s pristine territory. Generations of strong leadership had built this empine, and I’d been preparing to expand it further as Alpha King. Every decision I’d made, every alliance I’d forged, every sacrifice I’d endured–all of it pointed toward that ultimate goal.


    And now some upstart from Texas thought he could challenge me?


    Fine.


    I would demonstrate exactly what happened when insignificus wolves overstepped their boundaries. By the end of the first week of campaigning, this Adrian <b>would </b>understand his ce in the hierarchy. He’d withdraw has candidacy before the realpetition even began.


    I returned to my desk, pulling out my phone to make the first of several calls. If Adrian wanted to y in the <b>big </b>leagues, he’d learn that power wasn’t just about territory or military strength.


    Politics required connections, resources, and influence that took years to cultivate.


    And I had all three in abundance.


    Chapter Comments


    Jamie DeWitt


    umm.. no sir, you were told about the pack awhile ago when skye wrote ethan…


    Jamie


    I really hope she doesn’t go back to Leon. he’s insufferable and entitled.
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