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.

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

Blackwood and Westwood. As

everything inside of me, inside my

wrong.

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

just the beginning. A first strike in a war that can bring

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

baritone cutting through the murmured

back on

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feet, the chair

to me.

needs to

mment

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

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

pack and that bastard Blackwood, with his

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

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

both sides of

is also

most, instead of acting in

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

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in their little sanctuaries for so long, I'm surprised they

a moment."

my fists, biting back the growl

move without detection, to appear and disappear at will. They're striking without warning, and we have no

we've been making for two goddamn days,