Past Demons

Author's POV

"You didn't have the right to kill a beta," Tristan said, staring straight at the white curtains before him. It was all over, but not the bad blood between them.

Immediately, they left the arena; the council summoned them; even Tristan, who needed a bath and medical attention for his injuries, refused to stay behind.

They stood before the council, three Alphas staring straight ahead instead of at themselves.

He had a lot to say to Atlas, and they would drop it right there before the council.

Except he didn't trust himself not to have a go at his half-brother, especially knowing it might cause only unnecessary hurt.

"You wouldn't be saying that if things had gone right, trust me," Atlas said, seeing Tristan clench his fist.

"This is a three-alpha pack; you do not have the right!"

"A few hours ago, I almost made it two."

Aidan intervened. "You all should just quit bickering," he told them, pushing them away.

It was funny how everything changed, and Aidan was taking his right