Amos's POV
I was looking at the Lycan Alpha of the north in the eyes as gave him my proposition. He stood up from his office chair and smirked
"What did he do that has you upset?" He inquired, I clutched my fist in anger when I remembered how king Leondre disgraced me in front of my pack, how he took my mate from him. I wanted him gone and this is the right time to do it as the Lycans fight for territory and power.
I was determined to fight with the Northerners against the Royal Lycan pack( King Leondre's pack)
"He stole my mate" I spat, he raised an eyebrow at the information and tilted his head slightly in interest.
"That doesn't sound like Leondre," He begged to differ. I took the whiskey he was offering me and sat back down as I told him everything that happened.
"So you want to ally with us in the fight against him?"
"Yes, sir,"
