As we worked through the strategies, one of the Alphas voiced a concern that had clearly been brewing.
“Why can’t we fight in wolf form?” he asked, his tone sharp with frustration. “There is no honour in fighting as hunters. Wolves fight as wolves.”
I straightened in my chair, feeling the need to address this directly. His words struck a nerve—not because he questioned our strategy, but because of the misguided pride behind them. I leaned forward, my gaze steady as I met his eyes.
“This is not a fight for honour, Alpha,” I said, my voice firm and steady as I looked directly at the man who had questioned our strategy.
“This is a fight for survival. If you had faced those things recently, you would understand. Our wolves don’t stand a chance against them.”
I paused, letting my words si
