The council room was heated with discussions about the latest stunt Alpha Viktor had pulled to drag the eyes of the Elders to their pack. Arthur sat at the head of the polished oak table like always, his eyes focused on the black map spread out before him.

The map of the Red Howl pack—Viktor's pack.

"We need a plan," Lucien announced, his face grim. "A plan that can turn the tables and pin a blame on Viktor. Make him look dirty before the Elders."

General Wesley scoffed. "There's nothing ...