Uncertain

Oliver's (Owen) POV

"We can't be under Nicklaus's pack. The Sterling Pack is powerful—what if he uses us as his pawns?" Simon, one of the elders, said, his voice thick with worry.

Murmurs of agreement followed, rippling through the gathered wolves like a slow-moving storm. Their concerns weren't unfounded. Nicklaus wasn't known for mercy. His power was unmatched, his influence vast. Aligning ourselves with him meant walking a dangerous line between protection and servitude.

But what choice did we have?

I exhaled slowly, keeping my expression unreadable. "We don't have another option." My voice was firm and resolute. Our pack is vulnerable. There's a traitor among us, and until we uncover their identity, we remain at risk."

Tension crackled in the air, but no one dared to speak. They all knew what I was referring to.