He bolted up and threw on a pair of jeans, bellowing for Liam. “Liam! Get in here!” His beta dashed into the room with alarm in his bright green eyes. “What? What is it?” He asked, his gaze darting around the room. Cian pulled on a t-shirt as he replied. “We’ve been fools, Liam. Wait until I tell you what the Council has been up to right under our noses.” Cian, Keva, Liam and Kara held a powwow in the males’ spare room. Tension filled the air, and Keva’s firm seemed permanently stiff, raised around her neck and along her spine. So, telepaths are being snapped up by the Council for secret ‘missions’, and if they refuse to join, they’re ‘eliminated’, Keva summarized. Plus, there have been more half-breeds like myself that refused to join the werewolf packs. Miella said my cooperation was probably due to meeting Cian, she concluded, casting a loving look across the room at her mate. Kara frowned, her golden eyes glinting. “I don’t like this,” she said.
