Tangled

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202 Lucas: Council (1)

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.

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

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

everything inside of me, inside my wolf, screams that

wrong.

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

territory, bold as brass, are just the beginning.

cats. Suspicious, prideful, territorial cats, who'd rather bury

his rumbling baritone cutting through the murmured side

on track. We've argued enough.

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It's the first steps of war. We are all at risk. Westwood is nothing more than the first step to whatever goal

of the table-neutral party in Alpha

bastard Blackwood, with his territory between

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

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

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

out of line and

202 Lucas: Council (0)

new They've been holed up in their little sanctuaries for so long, I'm surprised they haven't all

a moment."

my fists, biting back the growl building in my

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

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