She whispered in his ear, and it was the first time I had seen him crack a smile. His eyes grew warmer, the harsh edge in them softening for just a moment, before he turned and began giving orders to his men.
They moved immediately, stepping forward without hesitation and beginning to assign us to different households.
Our Alpha was dead, and I knew that before the day was over, we would be called upon to swear oaths of loyalty. Oaths that would bind us in a way that ensured that, as long as we lived within the pack, no werewolf could ever betray their Alpha. They could betray the pack—but never the Alpha.
That thought only deepened the question that had been bothering me.
I looked from Rex to Axel, and then to Thor, who had finally stepped out of the shadows and made himself known, his presence just as heavy as the others. Who was the Alpha? I asked myself, my chest tightening as I desperately hoped it wasn't Rex, even though everything pointed to him.
