"Wait a second." Offering his hand to me, Dorian draws me back to the sofa with him. "What's happening to Silas isn't the only thing we've got to worry about in Desert territory right now. It might not even be the biggest thing. There's still the issue of the Rényú. Are we abandoning that?"
"No, merely postponing it. We get Silas' ạss out of the sling he put it in, then work out the mess with the Rényú."
"Sean," Ian gestures toward the empty space beside me on the sofa as he resumes his seat beside Darby, "I'm not certain you'll have that option once you return to Desert."
"Wait—what? Why?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Darby asks. "Sean, you're a MacOmb. You've held the alpha role in Desert and have distinguished yourself as a Second triumvir in Candlewood. You're the most logical choice to replace Silas as Alpha of Desert pack."
