I round on Ronan, grabbing him by the throat. "You promised me Shadow Ridge's strategy would win us the votes. That's what we're known for, isn't it? The pack of cunning and manipulation?" I slam him against the wall. "So tell me why half the northern packs still support Lucian's brute strength!"
"Alpha—" Ronan chokes out. "We've been working the alliances—"
"Working them?" I tighten my grip. "Like your sister worked her way into Lucian's bed?"
Blood trickles from where my claws dig into his neck. "The eastern packs... they're wavering," he gasps. "If we show them the strength of Shadow Ridge's bloodline—"
I throw him across the room. He crashes into a shelf, maps and scrolls raining down around him. "Strength?" I laugh bitterly. "Is that what you call this pathetic display of strategy?"
"Kael." Sabrina's voice cuts through my rage. There's something different in her tone.
"What?" I snap, turning to face her.
She steps closer, a dangerous smile playing on her lips. "I have news that might interest you." Her hand drifts to her stomach. "News about Shadow Ridge's bloodline."