Cynthia prowled angrily and restlessly in the small room of the makeshift tent. An hour had long passed, and the call she put across was not going through. Was the life of the second Alpha of the pack not important? Was he not the BBA's brother?

Except... Except if the BBA wanted him dead so no one could contend his position with him. If the BBA died, this young man would be the next Alpha automatically.

Could it be they have a rivalry between them and she, Cynthia, was helping ...