Timothy's POV

Dad announces my engagement over dinner like he's discussing the weather forecast. I'm cutting into my steak when the words hit me.

"I've arranged your mating with Sophia Wintermoon," he says, not even looking up from his plate. "The ceremony will be next month."

My fork clatters against the china. "What?"

"The Wintermoon pack controls three northern territories," Dad continues, completely ignoring my reaction. "This alliance secures our borders and strengthens our political ...