As expected, Warwick had called again.
I snatched the phone on the second ring and barked into it. "Warwick, you better not be wasting my fucking time this time."
"Alpha Rhys," Warwick said. "My great-grandfather was Alpha Gregor. Shadow Rock was ours back then. The territory near the Corvin Strait. It was a small pack, but it was a strong pack. Then your grandfather came."
My jaw tightened.
"Aldric Gray attacked, but Gregor nearly killed him, too. Sent him running with his tail tucked between his legs. Could've ended there. Should've ended there." A bitter laugh escaped him. "But men like Aldric never knew when to stay beaten. He came back with more wolves. More numbers. More blood."
"My great-grandfather died defending that land. The pack broke apart after that. Families scattered. Some never found each other again. And the children..." I jheard him paused, as if he was reliving what had been told to him. "A lot of children died in that fight. Too many."
