Chapter 67. Pointing Fingers

Liam

Her words ring in my ears at the echo across the snow-covered glen—a cold and cruel reminder of the horror Koen and I endured at the hands of Cyrus Lovett’s tyranny.

None of these Elders or pack alphas have any idea what happened that day. The constant news cycles generated by the humans are only able to show so much because of their censorship laws and what they currently understand about another species existing among them.

None of the bloodbath or watching people get torn to shreds while we all fought for our lives had been shown.

For good reason, of course.

But something like that makes all the difference when dealing with crisis management.

“They weren’t the reason behind any of it,” Izan’s voice carries as he steps in front of us. His shoulders are rolled back, his head held high while addressing the other packs. “Surely you can’t mean to blame two of the only survivors.”

Another pack alpha steps forward, a large man wi