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.

there's a concern to the entire territory. Oh,

our boundaries in Blackwood and Westwood.

me, inside my

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 invade our lands and fight when we're vulnerable, caught with our

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

prideful, territorial cats, who'd rather bury their heads in the sand than acknowledge the

baritone cutting through the

back on track. We've argued

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aga, and we'll vote

my feet, the chair

to me.

stalemate needs

mment

test of our defenses, of our ability to react. It's the first steps of

in Alpha Ezekial

and that bastard Blackwood, with his

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

despite having helped Xavier during my attack on Blackwood. Of course, then

hear both sides of the story, refusing to take

is also

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

he diawls. "A few Unregistereds step out of

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

a moment."

the growl building in my

will. They're striking without warning, and we have no way of fighting back.

argument that we've been making for two goddamn