Julian caught wind of the news—elder Eldred would step into the royal beta position. He clicked his tongue in irritation. Poor Cedric. Whatever else could be said about the man, he'd been damn good at his job.
The royal gamma let out a heavy sigh as his mind turned to the battle looming ahead.
Two weeks he'd been stationed here, and victory against the Shadow Fang pack was almost within reach.
The only wrench in his plans? The Scarlet Tooth pack.
Those shifters were slippery as hell. Latest intel suggested they'd sealed an alliance through some mating ceremony between Mordred and alpha Maximus's daughter.
Mordred had managed to slip away, though not without paying a price. From what Julian had pieced together, the bastard lost sight in his left eye and a pinky finger during his clash with the king.
Shame Caelum hadn't finished the job.
"Royal gamma Julian, movement detected at the fortress," a warrior reported, snapping him from his thoughts.
