Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 187

Sinclair

I lean over the back of the sofa in my quest suite, my hands closed in white- knuckled fists around the frame. My phone is lit up on the table in front of me, Gabriel’s name glowing on the screen. Hugo and the Black Alder Alpha, Callahan, stand beside me, looking on with somber expressions. “Talk to me. What do we know?”

“It’s bad, Dom.” The Vanaran King reports. “My spies say that all signs point to utter ruin. Civilians are fleeing the territories in droves, and the governments they’re leaving behind are scrambling. The packs have all fallen to Damon, and the human regimes are considering extreme action to hold off the invasion.”

“Do they not realize what they’re up against?” I demand. “After all, the upper echelons of government have always known the secret, they know h0w far ahead our SOcieties are.”

“And they’ve been planning contingencies.” My father interjects. “Sovereigns from other continents are offering their aid, there’s been talk of employing weapons of mass destruction… of secret laboratories working for decades on projects inventing next-gen arms capable of combatting our own. They’ve been preparing for this sort of eventuality since day one.”

“And what have they come up with? Any weapon deadly to shifters will also be lethal to humans.” I remind them.

“From what we can tell, even the best of their labs haven’t come close to matching the sophistication of our technology.” Phil!ppe reveals. “They’re at least fifty years behind. But that’s less important than the likelihood that they’ll deploy them anyway. Some we can stop and neutralize- others we shield against, but there are others still that we cannot defend against once they’ve been deployed, only try to mitigate the damage.”

“Im afraid things are reaching the point where the humans may very well decide to abandon their own people left under Damon’s rule, for the sake of taking him out once and for all.” Gabriel cautions, answering the second part of my question. “They see them as lost causes, collateral damage.”

“That’s ũnconscionable.” I snarl. “What kind of leader would contemplate k!lling their subjects so indiscriminately, as if they’re nothing more than pawns in some larger game?”

harsh words. “They’re panicking and they want to fight fire with fire. Damon isn’t holding back no matter the impact on the shifters under his rule, and the humans are being faced with the

are worse than

of the continent still

inquire, trying to quell my wolf’s rabid

still able to bring

replies. “One trip a day isn’t enough anymore, and we need to allocate more

but unable to help it. “Has there been any word from packs

in shambles after this… there’s a strong undercurrent of anger and

from the Veran King.” Gabriel adds, referring to the continent west of

you. Things haven’t devolved to violence there or in Sevka, but the human s are in an uproar around

time machine and

are your orders, Alpha?” Phil!ppe inquires, his voice full of belief that I will have some sort of answer. I’m grateful for him, but

wishing I could see her. “You know the ways

as monsters from horror films who are all cut from the same cloth as Damon. I think the best thing we can do is show them that they aren’t suffering alone. Show them that

offer aid, whether it’s money or resourcès, and publicize it. We need shifter allies, but I think human allies might be

with diplomacy and hard line action. This isn’t just our

authorize whatever funds and resources we can, and put out feelers to contacts throughout the continent. Forward me any correspondence for approval before sending it out, and have our spies start spreading the word on the ground. Half of Damon’s strategy is propaganda and fear mongering, we can counter it with a whisper campaign of

agreements, and when a hush falls I turn my attention to the person I want to speak with most. “Can I have a minute alone with my mate please?” I request, though it’s actually an order. I listen as the men on Ella’s end of the line shuffle out, and wait for the

finally alone, I ask.

a little overwhelmed.” She admits in a soft voice, “I never imagined thĩs