Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 202

Chapter 202 Lucas: Council (I)

Alphas arguing with alphas is nothing but a waste of time.

The dregs of cold coffee stick in my throat as I set my mug down with a thud. Fuck, I'm exhausted. My eyelids feel like sandpaper against my eyes, and I rub at them with the futile hope of easing the discomfort.

Forty-eight hours.

Two damn days since I've seen the inside of my eyelids for more than a blink.

I haven't had a chance to even speak a single word with Ava. Not even a text.

It's impossible to keep her a secret forever, but without knowing how far I can trust these other alphas—bringing her into this mess is a risk I refuse to take.

The last thing I need is for the Council to push back and demand that Ava be returned to Alpha Blackwood in order to prevent any more vampire attacks.

Jericho's worries have set root in my belly, growing an entire forest of doubt and concern. He's right. Ava's not enough of a reason to breach the peace we've upheld for so long. Far longer than any of our lifetimes.

There's something else there. Something I was too blind to see. And we need to act.

Now. Before any other tragedies come to be.

The stink of unrest taints the air, setting my teeth on edge.

table, meeting Clayton's steely gaze. He's been the ally in my corner, standing

the Council, isn't convinced that there's a concern to

as reinforcing our boundaries in Blackwood and Westwood. As sending a few troops of fighters to

everything inside of me, inside my wolf, screams that

for all of us, and anyone who isn't ready will be slaughtered without a chance to fight back. We've already witnessed how easily they can invade our lands and fight when we're vulnerable, caught with

blood-sucking leeches crossing into Westwood territory, bold as brass, are just the beginning. A first strike

territorial cats,

rumbling baritone cutting through the

get this meeting back on track. We've argued enough. Alpha Westwood, state your

chair groaning across the floor. All

stalemate needs

no isolated incident. It's calculated. Deliberate. A test of our defenses, of our ability to react. It's the first steps of war. We are

nothing more than the first step

party in Alpha Ezekial Talon of Whispering Pines. He was friend to both Xavier's Silvermoon pack and that bastard Blackwood,

across his face. Even so, it's a testament

Xavier during my attack on Blackwood. Of course, then we had only asked him to turn a blind eye. Here, we're asking for

sides of the story, refusing to take sides in

neutrality is

benefits his pack the most, instead of acting in the best

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