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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.

Council, isn't convinced that there's a concern to the entire territory. Oh, he believes that there's

Westwood. As sending a few troops of fighters to

of me, inside my wolf, screams

wrong.

without a chance to fight back. We've already witnessed how easily they can invade our lands and fight when we're

Westwood territory, bold as brass, are just the beginning. A first strike

the rest of these stubborn old bastards? It's like herding cats. Suspicious, prideful, territorial cats, who'd rather bury their heads in the sand than acknowledge the danger breathing down our

clears his throat, his rumbling baritone cutting through the murmured side

back on track. We've argued

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aga,

feet, the chair

to me.

stalemate needs

ener mment

It's the first steps of war. We are all at risk.

table-neutral party in Alpha Ezekial Talon of Whispering Pines. He

Blackwood, with his territory between

fully gray in his hair with wrinkles and scars all across his face. Even so, it's

showing his true colors of late, despite having helped 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

is also

see what benefits his pack the most, instead of acting in the best interest

"A few Unregistereds step out of line and suddenly it's Armageddon? We've

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nothing new They've been holed up in their little sanctuaries for so long, I'm surprised they haven't all turned into dust. With

a moment."

my fists, biting back the growl building in my chest.

striking without warning, and

for two goddamn days, falling on deaf