D A M O N
My blood ran cold. "Blake?"
"We don't think so," He said, shaking his head. "At least, not directly. But we have reason to believe they're connected to him. That they're working for him. He's planning something, Damon. Something big. And this rogue faction is just the beginning."
I leaned back in my chair, thinking about his words. "Why are you telling me this? After everything, why would you help me?"
"Because this is bigger than our personal squabbles," He said. "This is about the safety of all our packs. Blake is a threat to us all. And if he's building an army, we need to be prepared. I came to you first because, like it or not, your pack is now the strongest in the region. You defeated him once. You can do it again."
I didn't say anything for a long moment. This could b
