Just like President Roy, Alpha King Elijah had called a meeting of his own. At that moment, all the Alphas and sub-Alphas of the various wolf packs were gathered within the king's palace.
Unlike the others, the West Pack had the smallest representation—if not nearly nonexistent. Alpha Ezra Kings had officially taken temporary charge of the West Pack in Alpha Asher's absence, that is, if he was still alive.
No one said it aloud, but the other sub-alphas clearly thought the cardinal alphas were gone.
It had been two weeks, and there had been no sign of them. No messages nor sightings. Many believed their parents were clinging to false hope. After all, not even the seers nor the priestesses had spoken of them and that alone was damning.
If the cardinal alphas were still alive, why hadn't the Goddess answered? Unless—
their Alphas were not telling the whole truth.
