The Alphas started to fill the seats around the table. Alpha Lyra, of the Nightclaw Pack, sat down, her silver hair shining. Her eyes were sharp and full of knowledge. Alpha Sien, of the Stonefang Pack, took his place, looking heavy and imposing. Alpha Ren, of the Swiftstream Pack, sat, lean and hard-eyed. Other Alphas, heads of smaller packs like Alpha Gareth of the Sunstone Pack—who always seemed a bit too eager to agree with powerful voices—and Alpha Ford of the Ironwood Pack, known for ...