I froze, my grip tightening around my glass. "How do you know that?"
"My warriors have been keeping an eye on your borders," he replied. "I’ve seen what’s been happening. Your pack isn’t strong enough to defend itself."
I bristled at his bluntness, but he wasn’t wrong. The pack had been on the verge of collapse. "What do you want, Noah?"
He didn’t flinch at the sharpness in my tone. "I want to help."
I stared at him, trying to gauge his intentions. Alphas didn’t offer help without expecting something in return. "Help? Why?"
He smirked, as though amused by my suspicion. "Because your pack deserves a future, and you need someone to stand with you. Let me lend you my warriors. Let me help you rebuild."
It was a bold offer—one that I hadn’t expected. My pride screamed at me to refuse, but I truly needed his help and If I didn’t accept help soon, there might not be a Silver Moon Pack left to protect.
"And what do you want in return?" I asked.
His smirk faded, and his gaze softened. "Nothing but your trust. I’m offering this because I see strength in you, Willow. You have the potential to lead your pack back to greatness, but not if the rogues overrun you first."