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.

isn't convinced that there's a concern to the entire

and Westwood.

everything inside of me, inside my

wrong.

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

just the beginning. A first strike in

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

his throat, his rumbling baritone cutting through the

meeting back on

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

to me.

needs

mment on

to react. It's the first steps of war. We are all at risk. Westwood is nothing more than

Alpha Ezekial Talon of Whispering Pines. He was friend

that bastard Blackwood, with his territory

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

Of course, then we had only asked him to turn a blind

hear both sides of the story,

is also

benefits his pack the most, instead of

out of line and

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

a moment."

my fists, biting back the growl building

and disappear at will. They're striking without warning, and we have no way of fighting back. No matter how

been making for two goddamn days, falling on deaf