Tangled

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202 Lucas: Council (1)

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.

Xavier, our strongest ally in the Council, isn't convinced that there's a concern to the

it's as simple as reinforcing our boundaries in Blackwood and Westwood. As sending a few troops

me, inside my wolf, screams

wrong.

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

as brass, are just the beginning. A first strike in a war that can bring us all to our

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

throat, his rumbling baritone

this meeting back on

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

to me.

stalemate needs to

mment on

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

party in Alpha Ezekial

that bastard Blackwood, with his territory

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

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

sides of the story, refusing to

is

see what benefits his pack the most, instead of acting in the

step out of line and suddenly it's

202 Lucas: Council (0)

I'm surprised they

a moment."

the growl building in my chest. Shortsighted

detection, to appear and disappear at will. They're striking

for two goddamn