Alpha Alaric
I didn’t waste another breath on Desmond; my son’s pale face and obvious failure were insignificant compared to the potential damage already inflicted. The fate of the Wildfire Pack, the very foundation of my claim to continental dominance, hinged on what Jessie had taken.
I stormed out of the office and made straight for the packhouse library, a space I rarely visited. It was a thick-walled, vault-like room on the main floor, heavily warded with magical protections that should have been impenetrable to a mere Beta.
The moment I reached the double oak doors, the smell of chaos and spent magical energy hit me like a physical blow. The heavy wards had been violently neutralized, their protective signature now faint and discordant. Jessie, a Beta whom I considered loyal and co
