Raphael watched the expression on as many faces as he could while he spoke, knowing that the other six members of his personal pack were doing the same thing.
Today, alliances would be forged and broken. And he would remember every second of it.
If someone had told him a few months ago that he would put himself and his pack above every other shifter, he would have laughed in their faces. To him, the survival of the shifter species was the most important thing he could think of.
He worked hard to become so successful that no one, shifter or human, dared stand against him in case he retaliated.
But that was then and this was now. Now, he had experienced what it was like to have his mate taken from him. And yet, not a single shifter in this room, outside of his pack, even lifted a finger to help.