GREENWOOD

"Repeat that," I said, my voice dangerously low. I didn't look up. I couldn't. If I met his eyes, I might rip the throat out of the man I had trusted for a decade.

My Beta, Elias cleared his throat, the sound rasping in the quiet room. "The quarterly reports from the northern trade routes, Alpha. Our distribution of Aether-Bloom tonic has plummeted by another forty percent. The Silver-Crest Pack has canceled their annual contract. The Stone-Ridge and Iron-Claw Packs have followed suit. They are refusing our shipments, claiming the potency is no longer worth the premium price."

I slammed my fist onto the desk, the wood groaning under...