"You three elders, the wise males appointed to this pack, made a deal to hand over all of our pack's alyko forever?" The thought was inconceivable.
"Yes," Pearce swallowed back the uneasiness of having to admit such a thing in front of the pack's current Alpha. He knew how it sounded. They had made a difficult decision to sacrifice the lives of their descendants… to be handed over to this vampiric creature for Goddess knows what purpose.
The disgust was plain on Graeme's face. And increasingly as Pearce sat here speaking with him, it became more of a revelation that he wasn't just speaking with the pup he had known—the Graeme Hallowell that he had so easily made feel small and insignificant and unworthy of his place in the pack in order to prevent him from rising—he was speaking with the Alpha.
The aura of this male was the aura of the Alpha. It was truly something to be in his presence now. He hadn't appreciated it—he hadn't had a chance to.
