Meanwhile Lucien just got back from where he went to and he was having a meeting with Evan’s and some betas. They needed more fire in their bones to make sure their pack is protected.
That’s what the pack needed. That’s what they were missing.
Loyalty wasn’t enough. Not when the council was full of weak-spined cowards who flinched every time he opened his mouth.
Not when rogues were still bleeding across the borders.
“Amend the northern border laws,” Lucien growled, his voice sharp and cold as he slammed his palm against the wooden table in the war room.
“Make the penalties harsher. I want a neck for every trespass. A finger for every whisper. I don’t care if they’re children. If they cross, they bleed.”
Evans didn’t flinch. “Yes, Alpha.”
“Triple the guard posts. Double the curfe
