Caesar's POV
The pack meeting was running longer than expected. Beta Dylan stood before me with the latest reports while several territory representatives waited their turn in the antechamber. Being Wolf King came with endless responsibilities, and today was proving particularly trying.
"The Northern packs are getting restless, Alpha," Dylan informed me, his expression grim. "Three more incidents of human harassment this month alone."
I leaned back in my chair, jaw tightening. "Names."
"The Silverback Pack near the Canadian border and two smaller groups under Alpha Rodriguez in the Midwest," Dylan replied, sliding the detailed reports across my desk.
"And what of the Eastern territories?" I asked, scanning the documents. The wolf inside me growled with displeasure at what
