[Lyander's POV]
"Are you sure those wolves that attack our pack came from the Black Moon?" I asked for the second time, holding back a growl that was gripping my throat.
I had an inkling that it was the case. The Black Moon wanted to weaken our pack, so we had no choice but to ally with them in facing the White Moon.
I bet that the other pacts suffered the same as well. If so, our plan to unite the smaller pacts might have a higher success rate if we could somehow convince them that it was the Black Moon behind the attacks.
I was sure that the other packs wanted revenge for what happened to their packs when they were away.
I wasn't complacent, though. There was always a possibility that the other pacts would turn tail and ally themselves with the Black Moon with the promise of protection.
And now that they were weakened, all thanks to the Black Moon's plot, they might find the Black Moon's offer enticing.
