Lance's POV
"The first part of the plan is already in motion. Crimson Moon Pack will face scrutiny from the Alpha Council for the heir they had. That alone will weaken and strip them of the strength to defend their borders. The main attack will be led soon. By my calculation, we should have subdued them long before the mating ceremony between my daughter and Lancelot is finalized."
My eyes darted from him to my aunt. From my aunt back to him. Him.
Alpha Dracan of the Obsidian Howl Pack.
I shouldn't be feeling the cold feet clawing at me now, but I was. I had promised myself, promised my aunt, that I would follow through with the plans. The schemes had been laid long before Landon had returned from abroad, long before Dracan had accepted Darius' proposition of marriage to bind our packs, long before the Carters disowned me.
