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

and Westwood. As sending a few

everything inside of me, inside my wolf, screams

wrong.

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,

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

old bastards? It's like herding cats. Suspicious, prideful, territorial cats, who'd rather bury their heads in the sand than acknowledge

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get this meeting back on track. We've argued

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aga, and we'll

chair groani across the

to me.

stalemate needs to

mment on

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

party in Alpha Ezekial Talon of Whispering Pines.

and that bastard Blackwood,

older, fully gray in his hair with wrinkles and scars all across his face. Even so, it's

on Blackwood. Of course, then we had only asked him to turn a blind eye. Here, we're

sounds moral. Waiting to hear both sides of

neutrality is

pack the most, instead of acting in the best

Unregistereds step out of line and suddenly it's Armageddon? We've dealt with

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their little sanctuaries for so long, I'm surprised they haven't all

a moment."

my fists, biting back the growl building in my

move without detection, to appear and disappear at will. They're striking without warning, and we have no way of fighting back. No matter how strong we are, it's

been making for two goddamn days, falling on deaf