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.

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

reinforcing our boundaries in Blackwood and Westwood. As sending a few troops of fighters to shore up our

me, inside my wolf, screams that

wrong.

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

crossing into Westwood territory, bold as brass, are just the beginning. A first strike

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

rumbling baritone

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state your request aga, and

my feet, the chair groani across the floor. All eyes

to me.

needs to

mment

our ability to react. It's the first steps of war. We are all

party in Alpha Ezekial Talon of Whispering

Blackwood,

hair with wrinkles and scars all across his face. Even so, it's a testament to his

late, despite having helped Xavier during my attack on Blackwood. Of course, then we had only asked him to turn a blind eye. Here, we're

hear both sides of the story, refusing to take

neutrality is

benefits his pack the most, instead of acting in the

he diawls. "A few Unregistereds step out

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

a moment."

clench my fists, biting back the growl building in my chest.

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

that we've been making for two goddamn days, falling