While the East pack were celebrating, their Alpha King was in a hot mess.
Elijah was not alone in the meeting room. Alongside him were his wife, Beatrice, and the respective Alphas of the Four Majors: Henry, Leon and Alexa, Zara and Caspian, while Aeron and Arion came in Irene's place.
The large monitor embedded in the wall guttered for a moment, then steadied. Right now, the screen brightened with the connection to President Roy, a great tension saturating the air.
President Roy's face appeared—the stern look and the eyes burning behind the wire rims of his glasses were evidence enough that he wasn't calling for diplomacy. He was furious, and it was the kind that came not just from betrayal, but from knowing he now had to answer to a global cabinet that smelled blood in the water.
Behind him were the muted shadows of his advisors, but Roy didn't need backup because his presence alone was deadly.
"Do you have any idea what you've done, Elijah?" Roy asked in a tight voice.
