POV: Viktor Beaumont
The chair flew past my head and crashed into the stone wall behind me.
"You're all insane!" Alpha Gideon roared, his face red with rage. "I won't bow to some made-up council that puts rogues on the same level as true Alphas!"
I ducked as another Alpha threw his water goblet across the great hall. This was meant to be a peaceful meeting to form the new Inter-Pack Council. Instead, it looked like a war zone.
"Enough!" I bellowed, my Alpha voice cutting through the confusion like a blade.
The room fell silent. Twenty-three Alphas from different packs stared at me with mixes of respect, fear, and barely controlled rage. At sixty-two, I was the oldest Alpha here. The most skilled. And right now, possibly the most frustrated.
"Sit down, all of you," I ordered. "We're here to build something better, not tear each other apart."
