Adrian POV
With the last member of the rogues bound, I had Maurice take charge of sending them over to the Council holding cells.
It would have been easier—and far more profitable—to destroy them once and for all, but I sensed scandals being plotted behind the scenes.
For the past few years, the Northern border had remained unbreached and untouched.
Several strategies had been put in place to prevent such attacks, and the establishment of neutral lands around the four edges of the border between the Crown Pack and other packs was one of them.
That decision was born from the tragedy of the past… the attack that had wiped out every direct descendant of werewolf blood and the Chosen of the Moon Goddess.
For the past five decades, the Crown Pack had always produced the Supreme Alpha or a Lycan King—a position usually handed to them at birth. As for the she-wolves, they bore the mark of an Alpha Luna.
