It doesn’t matter if Jameson Moore is young. I will not reject a formal challenge.
“The Bluemoon Pack has been trying to undermine us multiple times before, and this is no different. They went after one of my people, so this challenge, whether it was given by the Alpha or not, will happen.”
I stabilize my tone with the Alpha command, letting every bit of it turn my voice into cold, hard steel.
My father’s responding growl sets my wolf on edge, but it lacks the anger and fight that was there a moment ago. An Alpha tone can command any pack member, no matter if they’re the former Alpha or a lower-level member like an Omega. No one is exempt from their Alpha’s commands.
Not even my father.
“You need to be thinking of the Lycan King title,” he says in a less abrasive tone now. “If thi
