THE MAD ALPHA
Grace Pearlhe stares into my eyes deeplyinward trembling
“They hide.”
“They protect,” Jax counters.
“They interfere,” Tomas fires back.
I sit forward. “If Emano is stepping into council light, invited none he least then something is coming.”
“And you want to walk into that,” Mara says.
“Yes,” I say. “Because I am already isolated.”
Silence again.
“They think I am unstable,” I continue. “They think Lyra is my leash. They think my beta speaks for me.”
I look at Kieran. “He does not.”