Alpha Thorne's Point of View
I gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary as we drove toward Silver Fang pack.
This meeting was unavoidable, no matter how much I hated it.
When Damon Steele had reached out requesting to meet, my first instinct had been to refuse. To send back some curt dismissal about being too busy with pack matters.
But I couldn't. Not this time.
I needed to know if Sera was still alive. Needed to understand what she might have told him, what damage she could do if she'd survived.
So I'd agreed. Swallowed my pride and accepted his invitation.
The necessity of it sat in my gut like poison.
"Remember what I told you," I said to Lydia for the third time. "This is a diplomatic meeting. You're here to observe and learn how to navigate interactions with other pa
