The Witch again.
Did that criminal organization really have an agenda? And why Green Pack? What did that pack possess that made it a target?
Questions crowded my mind, but this was not the time to dwell on them.
I might despise Alpha William, but the warriors and enforcers in the vanguard were innocent. They were my subordinates.
"Oliver, take ten enforcers and protect the logistics team during the march. Half of the alphas will accompany you," I ordered, turning toward Oliver and the group of alphas who were still reeling from the news of Alpha William's disappearance.
"The rest of you, move with me."
The main reason we couldn't advance at full speed was the logistics unit. Burdened with supplies, they couldn't keep up if everyone sprinted at maximum pace.
The group under my command moved at full speed regardless. Gradually, Oliver's unit fell farther behind.
Despite being loud-mouthed and spoiled in the past, five years had changed Oliver. I trusted him to protect the rear.
