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.

Council, isn't convinced that there's a concern to the entire territory. Oh, he believes that there's danger-at my

in Blackwood and Westwood. As sending a few troops of fighters to shore

me, inside

wrong.

a war coming for 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 invade our lands and fight when we're vulnerable, caught with our fucking pants

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

cats, who'd rather bury their heads in

throat, his rumbling baritone cutting

on track. We've argued

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aga, and we'll

the chair groani across the floor. All eyes

to me.

stalemate needs to

ener mment on

the first steps of war. We are all at risk. Westwood is nothing more than the first step to

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

that bastard Blackwood, with his

so, it's a testament to his power that no alpha challenge has unseated

of late, despite having helped Xavier during my attack on Blackwood. Of course, then we had only asked him to

Waiting to hear both sides of the story, refusing to

neutrality is also

his pack the most, instead of acting in the best

"A few Unregistereds step out of line and suddenly it's Armageddon? We've

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long, I'm surprised they haven't all

a moment."

the growl building in my chest. Shortsighted

They're striking without warning, and we have no way of fighting back. No matter how strong we are, it's like

making for two