Betrayed by Blood~
Alaric sat at the head of the long wooden table, his fingers placed beneath his chin as he listened to the voices around him. The meeting had been going on for hours, filled with talk of power shifts, alliances, and more importantly, Matt's disappearance.
Twenty alphas from across the region had gathered, all of them uneasy, all of them aware that things were changing—perhaps faster than they had anticipated.
"The fall of Silvermoon leaves a dangerous void," one of the older alphas was saying. "And now, with Matt missing, it's clear someone is moving against us."
Another alpha scoffed at the older alpha's words. "Someone? What's the use of being vague when we can outrightly mention who is moving against us. It's Alpha Cain. There! I said it."
Murmurs of agreement rippled through the room.
