Chapter 43: James

I’ve dug up every record on every ruling ever made before the council and still haven’t found a way to challenge their decision and save Amalea. It’s unbelievable how much power our ancestors gave to them. It’s near absolute, and I’m running out of time.

Darius’ own obsession with power is the only reason she’s not dead already. His refusal to hand her over is the only thing standing between her and a noose, and the last I heard he’s now facing an ultimatum—hand her over or lose his place in the alliance. Even Darius isn’t ballsy enough to risk facing our enemies without the support of the other packs.

Of course, the council is playing a dangerous game. If Darius calls their bluff, they’ll leave our eastern borders weak. Blood Moon essentially is the eastern defense front. They could strip him of his title and keep his pack in the alliance, but if his warriors don’t reaffirm the action, it’ll not only be useless but may make other alphas question their authority. If they thought they