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.

Xavier, our strongest ally in the Council, isn't convinced that there's a concern to the entire territory. Oh, he believes that there's danger-at my front

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

inside of me, inside

wrong.

anyone who isn't ready will be slaughtered without a chance to fight back.

bold as brass, are just the beginning. A first strike in a war

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

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

get this meeting back on track. We've

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aga, and

to my feet, the chair groani across the

to me.

needs to

mment on

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

party in Alpha Ezekial Talon of

pack and that bastard Blackwood, with his territory

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

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

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

neutrality is

the most, instead of acting in the best

out

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

a moment."

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

this time," Clayton interjects smoothly. "They're able to move without detection, to appear and disappear at will. They're striking without warning, and we have no

for two goddamn days, falling on