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.

convinced that there's a concern to

Westwood. As sending a few troops of fighters to

everything inside of me, inside my wolf, screams that

wrong.

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

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

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

clears his throat, his rumbling baritone

this meeting back on

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ability to react. It's the first steps of war. We are

from the end of the table-neutral party in Alpha

bastard Blackwood,

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

Xavier during my attack on Blackwood. Of course, then we had only asked him to turn

always sounds moral. Waiting to hear both sides of the story, refusing to take sides in a personal

is

pack the most, instead of acting in

out of line and suddenly it's Armageddon?

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new They've been holed up in their little sanctuaries for so long, I'm surprised

a moment."

fists, biting back the growl building in my

different 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

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