Tangled

Unshift 202

Unshift 202

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,

boundaries in Blackwood and Westwood. As sending a few troops of

inside my wolf, screams

wrong.

anyone who isn't ready will be slaughtered without a chance to fight 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. A first strike in a war that can bring us all to our

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

clears his throat, his rumbling baritone cutting through the

back on track. We've argued

34:52

2/5

request aga, and we'll

my feet, the chair groani across the

to me.

needs to

ener mment on

the first steps of war. We are all at risk. Westwood is

from the end of the table-neutral party in Alpha Ezekial Talon of Whispering Pines.

and that bastard Blackwood, with his territory between

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

attack on Blackwood. Of course, then we had

of the story, refusing

neutrality is also

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

paranoid, Westwood," he diawls. "A few Unregistereds step out of line and suddenly it's Armageddon? We've dealt with

202 Lucas: Council (0)

little sanctuaries for so long, I'm surprised they haven't all turned into dust. With our numbers

a moment."

the growl building in my

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

making for two goddamn days, falling on deaf