Bab 471: Old Friend And Valuable Escort

"WHAT!?!" the grey-eyed woman thundered. Mixed with her rage was a slight hint of fear… desperation.

"Try to calm down, Beatrice. You just heard what he just said…"

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT WHAT HE SAID…"

"Try to keep your voice down. You're not getting anywhere by yelling," Whitney tried again, cutting her distraught relative off.

A look of annoyance crossed the alpha's face before he stepped up, "My decision is made. The safety of the capital and the werewolves of the empire comes first to me. Any irrational decisions I make now would only serve to put everyone in danger. Until communications are back up, I'm afraid I can't help you."

Alpha Phillip had his fist clenched on the tabletop while he spoke. His anger was evident… but so was his frail sense of control.