A few days later, Ryker sat behind the large desk in his Alpha office, reading through the additional reports Kylian had gathered.
The more he read, the less he liked what he saw. Border attacks. Injured warriors. Repeated rogue sightings. Patrol routes stretched too thin. Several sections of Silver Fang territory had been tested within days of one another.
Ryker finally lowered the report.
“So their situation really is that dire?”
Kylian sat across from him.
“Yes.”
Ryker leaned back.
“Everything the elder included in the original request?”
“True.”
“All of it?”
“All of it.”
Kylian gestured toward the reports.
“I checked as much as I could without physically entering Silver Fang territory. The number of attacks matches what the elder reported. Their injured warrior count is accu
