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.

convinced that there's a concern to the entire territory.

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

me, inside my wolf,

wrong.

fight back. We've already witnessed how easily they can invade our lands and fight when we're vulnerable, caught with our fucking pants

territory, bold as brass, are just the beginning. A first strike in a war that can bring us all to

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

throat, his rumbling baritone cutting through

get this meeting back on track. We've

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test of our defenses, of our ability to react. It's the first steps of war. We are all at risk. Westwood is nothing more than the first step to whatever

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

that bastard Blackwood, with

his hair with wrinkles and scars all across his face. Even so, it's a testament to his power

Blackwood. Of course, then we had only asked him to turn a blind

sides of the story, refusing to take sides in a personal

neutrality is also

waiting to see what benefits his pack the most, instead of acting in

few Unregistereds step out of line and suddenly it's Armageddon? We've dealt with

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long, I'm surprised they

a moment."

the growl building in my chest. Shortsighted

disappear at will. They're striking without warning, and we have

argument that we've been making for two goddamn days, falling on deaf