Alpha Curtis kept thinking throughout the entire ride to his pack and the more he thought, the angrier he got about everything that was going on at that moment.

　　Twenty years ago, before the massacre, he was still a young boy of about Eleven years old. His father was still the Alpha of the Black Wood Pack and things used to be very peaceful back then. The Wall Street Pack used to be the most powerful pack around, followed by the Crescent Moon Pack and then the Black Wood Pack which was their pack. The former Alpha of the Wall street pack, Alpha Rowan was a very kind Alpha who enhanced nothing but peace among neighboring packs, but he was killed by Alpha D'argan.

　　Ever since Alpha D'argan took over as Paramount Alpha, the werewolf world has been miserable. Both Alphas and members of various packs lived in fear of what he was going to do next to them all and he(Alpha Curtis) hated Alpha D'argan for that.

　　He did not want to go against the tyrant king because he feared for the lives of his own people, that's why for the past years, he had been heeded to Alpha D'argan's every command even if he did not want to. But after the conversation he just had with him a while ago, he could see a ray of hope.

　　He knew how much the Wall Street Pack hated Alpha D'argan and he knew they were determined to bring him down.

　　"Holy moon goddess!" He exclaimed in fear as he let out a hot breath. He did not like the direction in which his thoughts were leading him, but he knew that's what needed to be done. "This is going to be the end of me." He murmured to himself.

　　"Demien." He called through minlink. They were already in his pack territory, so his mindlink could go through.

　　"Alpha Curtis."

　　"Wait for me in my office, we have something important to discuss." Then he blocked the mindlink and placed on the head rest with his eyes closed.

　　He had made up his mind that he was willing to risk everything to get back the freedom he deserved.

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　　"Demien." Alpha Curtis called once he walked into his office and met his Beta already waiting for him. Demien immediately rose from the sofa he was seated on and walked over to his Alpha.

　　"Alpha Curtis, you called."

　　"Yes I did."

　　"Is anything the matter? How did the meeting with Alpha D'argan go?" Demien asked, and Curtis just shook his head as he leaned by his office table.

　　"It was hardly a meeting, Demien, so I won't call it one. The tyrant didn't believe me when I said I had transfered the funds. He had to send his Beta to confirm my words after threatening to have me locked up in his dungeon if it happened that I lied."

　　"That son of a bitch!" Demien cursed bitterly. He hated Alpha D'argan to the core.

　　"Yeah, he's a son of bitch. However, I do not regret going there and getting humiliated by him, because I think I might have found out something… no… not actually found out, but I think he might have said something that has stimulated my brain to think in a direction I never thought was possible. Yes, it's risky, but it's worth trying."

　　"And… what could that direction be?" Demien asked curious.

　　Alpha Curtis gave him a long stare before walking over to his wine bar where he took out a bottle of whiskey and served two glasses for both of them.

　　"I understand that when all this began, we were just little boys. By all this, I mean Alpha D'argan's reign as Paramount Alpha." He said as he walked over to Demien and handed him a glass. They both tossed their drinks and took big sips before returning to the conversation. "We both know how Alpha D'argan rose to power. He did so by ambushing the Wall Street Pack and having them all massacred. Since then, the wall street pack has never been the same. Fifteen years later, a plan of redemption came up for them, but right in the end of it all, they were betrayed by their Pack Gamma and that led to even greater consequences. Right now, it's been twenty years and that shit is still going on with them. At some point, their Alpha even abandoned them, but right now he's back and I know he's back to ride on with the redemption." He explained and Demien just kept staring at him silently. He was waiting for him to finally land.

　　"Demien… are you with me?" Alpha Curtis asked and Demien nodded.

　　"Yes, I am, Alpha Curtis. I'm just wondering why the Wall Street Pack issues have suddenly piqued your interest, you never used to care about them."

　　"That was when I had not experienced Alpha D'argan's wrath. The late Alpha Rowan was a good paramount Alpha and he treated us with love and respect. He never asked us to pay him thirty percent of our revenues, neither did he order us to organize soldiers to go fight his battles. The werewolf world was calm pack then, but ever since Alpha D'argan took over, everything has turned up side down."

　　"Yeah, I noticed that too. So, what are you drinking at?"

　　"The Wall Street Pack has lost more than half of its population and they stand no chance against Alpha D'argan if they want to go war with him, but if we support them, they will win and their Alpha, Alpha Achilles would take over as Paramount Alpha and I can bet my life that the werewolf world would go back to the way it was!" Alpha Curtis suggested and Demien looked at him with his eyes wide open.

　　"What?"

　　"Yeah! I want us to join the Wall street pack in fighting this battle."

　　"But… Alpha, we all will be dead meat if Alpha D'argan finds out."

　　"No, we won't! We are not a helpless pack and Alpha D'argan knows that. He can't just wage a war against us. Also, he doesn't have to know. We will pretend to be on his side and use that as an added advantage to us. Look, Demien, I know this is scary, but I promise I have thought this through. I am your Alpha and I know what is best for the pack, I can feel that this is the right thing for us to do. Please bear with me on this." He pleaded, looking straight into Demien's eyes. He could see the nervousness and uncertainty in them and he very well understood where he was coming from.

　　They were about to go against Alpha D'argan and that was a very risky thing to do, but he knew the risk was worth taking. If they wanted to get rid of the tyrant king, then they needed to work hand in hand with the Wall Street Pack to do that.

　　"Well…" Demien finally spoke after a long moment of silence. "I think it's a brilliant idea, but for now, let's just keep things between us."

　　"Yes, that's what we will do. I'm gonna go over to the Wall Street Pack one of these days to talk about this with them. Let's hope that they accept our alliance."

　　"I know they will." Demien said nodding his head and Alpha Curtis smiled from molar to molar. He could not wait to finally get rid of the tyrant Alpha.