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.

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

in Blackwood and Westwood. As sending a few troops of fighters

everything inside of me, inside my wolf, screams that

wrong.

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

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

territorial cats, who'd rather bury their heads in

rumbling baritone

get this meeting back on track. We've

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my feet, the chair groani across

to me.

needs

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isolated incident. It's calculated. Deliberate. A test of our defenses, of our ability to react. It's the first steps of war.

in Alpha Ezekial Talon of Whispering Pines. He was friend to both

that bastard Blackwood, with his territory between

with wrinkles and scars all across his face. Even so, it's a testament to his power that no alpha

Blackwood. Of course, then we had only

Waiting to hear both sides of the story, refusing to take sides in

is also

most, instead of acting in

paranoid, Westwood," he diawls. "A few Unregistereds step out of line

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so long, I'm surprised they haven't all turned into dust. With our numbers and strength, we could crush

a moment."

clench my fists, biting back the

move without detection, to appear and disappear at will. They're striking without warning, and we have no way of fighting back.

argument that we've been making for two