Selma Payne's POV:
The Lycan pack had entered a state of emergency.
The arrival of the royal family's newborn brought joy to the werewolves, but it did not completely neutralize the panic about the wanderers, which had once again ignited chaos. An unspeakable tension lingered in every inch of the air among the packs.
This time, my father's warning order was strictly followed by every pack, not all Alpha would protect his will from the bottom of their hearts, but no one would want their pack to become the next Floodwater, Saber Tooth, or Yellow Leaf Packs.
Even if they had now merged into Spring Rain Pack and were thriving, it couldn't hide the fact that there was no Alpha there, and it had become my sphere of influence.
