~ Zev ~
"I don't have a choice!" he spat back. "Something is wrong in his head, Dunken—even the wolves who hate me can see it. And this clusterfuck today is only the beginning." Zev knew his eyes were flashing with his Alpha authority, but he didn't care. Dunken was a strong male. If Zev didn't stand his ground, the goat wouldn't give. "If he sees me take down Lhars and move to the next Alpha, he knows I'm coming for him. I can't give him the time to prepare and plan. He's cunning—whether he's out of his mind or not, he is no easy enemy to defeat."
"Exactly my point!" Dunken snarled. "If you try to take him without the wolves behind you… they may kill you for him, Zev."
"I don't think so," he said, though not as firmly as he should have. "But it's a risk I'll have to take. I don't have a choice."
"There is always a choice!"
