Chapter Eighty-Two

“Swear your oath,” I said, my eyes narrowing at the man before me.

His body still lowered in submission, he placed a hand over his chest in respect.

“I, Alpha Tristan Green, of the Onyx Rock, hereby pledge my pack to the alliance offered by Alpha Ariadne of the Winter Mist. May our packs continue to prosper together under your guidance and protection.”

Good.

Satisfied with his words, I stood up and walked over to clasp my hand in his.

“I accept.”

And with that, another pack had joined the alliance. Though, more accurately, another had sworn to continue their alliance. Something that was seemingly slow going lately, the days dragging out.

So much so, it was hard to believe that two months had already gone by.

Two months since I’d killed Tytus, imprisoned Aleric, and became Alpha of the Winter Mist.

And things were… okay.

Not to say I was doing anything wrong. On the contrary, I had the p