Tangled

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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

then 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 Ana 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. Ara'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.

I glance across the conference table, meeting Clayton's steely gaze. He's been the ally in my corner, standing steadfast beside me in my

concerns.

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

and Westwood. As sending a few troops of fighters to shore up

of me, inside

wrong.

coming for all of us, and anyone who isn't ready will be slaughtered without a chance to fight back. We've already

crossing into Westwood territory, bold as brass, are just the beginning. A first strike in a war that

It's like herding cats. Suspicious, prideful, territorial cats, who'd rather bury their heads in the sand than acknowledge the danger

rumbling baritone cutting through

back on

34:52

2/5

state your request aga, and we'll vote

chair groani across

to me.

stalemate needs to

ener mment on

of our ability to react. It's the first steps of war. We are all at

in Alpha Ezekial Talon of

and that bastard Blackwood, with

with wrinkles and scars all across his face. Even so, it's

my attack on Blackwood. Of course, then we had only asked him to turn a blind eye. Here,

sounds moral. Waiting to hear both sides of the story, refusing to take

is also

what benefits his pack the most, instead of

Westwood," he diawls. "A few Unregistereds step out

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up in their little sanctuaries for so long, I'm surprised they haven't all turned into dust. With our numbers and strength, we could

a moment."

back the growl building in my chest.

striking without warning, and we have no way of fighting back. No matter how strong we are, it's like

we've been making for two goddamn days,