Ethan's POVMy desk looked like a disaster zone. Folders, border patrol reports, financial audits, and council petitions were piled high, practically burying the surface. For the past forty-eight hours, I hadn't slept more than twenty minutes at a stretch. Every time I closed my eyes, my head spun with the fallout from Vivian's trial, the elders' endless whining, and the sickening memory of Ruby looking at me like I was dirt beneath her boots.I rubbed my temples, groaning as the sting along my ribs flared up again. The silver burn was slowly knitting together, but the toxic ache went straight down to the bone.The doors of the war room banged open without warning.Marcus marched in, his face dead pale, completely skipping the usual formalities. He tossed a tablet right onto the center of my desk, knocking over a stack of memos."Ethan, we have a massive problem," Marcus said, his voice clipped and breathless.I straightened up, my Alpha senses instantly on high alert. "What happened?
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