Chapter 2. Eyes of Judgement

I rechecked my watch, my foot tapping with mounting frustration. The heavy oak table was surrounded by Alphas, their gazes sharp and expectant. My father was at the head, speaking in his authoritative tone about borders and alliances. All of which I knew I should be focusing on, but honestly I could feel the tension in the room, and I knew it was partly because Knox was missing.

He should have been here half an hour ago. I shifted in my seat, trying to ignore the prickling sensation of judgmental eyes on me. These Alphas felt disrespected, and I couldn’t blame them. The glares were almost palpable.

"Kane, you’re awfully quiet," my father remarked, breaking my train of thought.

"Just thinking about the southern border," I uttered, managing a tight smile. "We need to strengthen our patrols there." I knew my voice sounded weak from the lies that stuck in my throat.

"Strengthen patrols? We need unity first. Your brother’s absence doesn’t speak