George's POV

“They have revealed their intentions, Edward,” George said, coolly angry; not something he had to fake; something barely held in check. The heavy boots he wore clicked a perilous rhythm against the polished stone floor as he paced the length of his office. “The Moonlight Pack has war on the brain. Fine. Let them have it."

Beta Edward, a man as unmoving and steadfast as the mountains that surrounded their territory, shifted his weight uncomfortably. “Your Highness, if I may speak freely, is war really the best path forward right now? And we have just discovered Rosina’s plots and the pack is still repairing..."

George paused his pacing, ...