A show of support. Taggert whispered toward her. “No one in your pack or the challenging pack is eligible to perform the test.” The thought of another alpha challenging her woke her wolf. If Raven allowed her to show, granted her any freedom, they would be considered weak. Thankfully, her power remained dormant, possibly sensing nothing would get her killed faster. A man rose to his feet after only a slight pause. He was older, his hair mostly white. Though shorter, he had a strong build suitable to shifters. Then she spotted someone familiar sitting at his table. The youngest carpenter, the same one who’d come to her rescue a few days ago. Though the alpha appeared congenial, he hadn’t become an alpha for being nice. “He doesn’t have a female alpha for his pack. This way, he can get the first close look at you without competition.” London was assessing the other man even as he spoke. “He’s also one of the oldest alphas here.” Oldest meant more powerful. Would that make the challenge easier or harder?
