Ragnar
Alpha Storm, the ruthless leader of the Diamond Claw rogue pack. How many times have I dealt with his antics already? Too many to count. He has never cared for our laws, but this time… I couldn't simply turn a blind eye.
Not when things have taken such an intriguing turn.
I have mediated countless conflicts between packs—so many that I have lost track. But this? This is the first time I'm caught between two sides that should be allies.
Alpha Dion Windthorne of the Dark Wood pack... What twisted game are you playing? And, more importantly, why is your wife refusing to follow the script?
The moment I step into Storm's pack house, the stench of blood and dirt assaults my senses. If violence had a scent, this would be it. It grows stronger with each visit, yet there is nothing I can do. The King insists on maintaining peace with the rogues, aware that we can't afford to spark a war. A losing war, as he so often reminds me.
