Chapter 11

“This clan hasn’t hosted a feast”—Alpha Rhye’s lips twisted at using such an innocuous word for the horror surrounding them—“since I came to this land and warned all of you what would happen if you did. So, tell me, why have one now?” he demanded, staring apathetically down at the male Lamia lying at his feet in a spreading pool of his own blood.

Another week had passed, and still, they were no closer to finding the answers they needed. This latest in a string of transgressions had him, Fear, and Joseph running all over the fucking city. The incidents weren't just diverting them from hunting down whoever was after Livia , they were blatant violations of the rules he’d set when he came to this land.

For the last seven years, he’d only had to deal with individuals who drew too much attention, and those were fairly infrequent. Yet, this was the third time in the last week that one of the banished clans had broken his rules.

The first had been... messy, but not so much that A