Elder Marcus's POV
Elder Marcus Sterling slammed his coffee cup down so hard it cracked. The hot liquid spilled across the morning reports, but he didn't care. The news was worse than he'd feared.
"Damn it all to hell," he mumbled, reading the intelligence report again.
The Blackwater Pack was moving closer to their area. Three families had already been attacked on the border. Women and children hurt, homes burned. And now Marcus had heard stories that Blackwater was trying to make an alliance with two other enemy packs.
If that happened, the Sterling Pack would be outnumbered three to one.
Marcus had been Alpha of this pack for forty years before passing control to his grandson Kai. He'd seen wars, betrayals, and strikes that would make grown men cry. But he'd never seen a threat this big.
