“What do you mean no one wants to buy the gold?” Mark said, slamming his hand on the table. “How are we supposed to take care of the pack if no one is buying it? We have enough gold, and why aren’t the men digging more? We have enough tractors to work!”
Henry stood there, unsure of what to say. No one from the other packs was willing to help them. The pack members were asking questions—why did the contractors suddenly leave? What exactly was going on?
It felt like all the other packs had come together and made a silent decision—they wanted nothing to do with them.
“It’s that goddamn Alpha Dean,” Mark muttered, pacing like a man who had lost everything. “He’s the reason they all look at me like I’m nothing. Henry, we have to do something.”
They had finally gotten what they wanted—him, b
