Gareth strode forward, staring down the leader of the army of rogues, projecting his Alpha aura. He wasn't afraid of these wolves. He and his Gamma warriors had taken down larger and more skilled armies than this one.
Their leader hesitated when his eyes landed on Gareth. Even though rogues didn't believe in the werewolf hierarchy or recognize his face, their wolves would still instinctively respect the authority wielded by the Lycan king. Gareth caught sight of their twisted expressions, and he knew that they were actively trying to stop their knees from slamming to the ground. It would be difficult to fight their wolves’ instincts to kneel before their king.
He turned to Beta Kevin.
“Capture them,” he ordered.
