(Kael)
The suppliers enter the war room five minutes later. Three men, all human, all looking angry and scared. Owen follows behind them, his expression neutral.
The oldest supplier, a man named Thomas, speaks first. "Alpha Stone, we need to talk about what happened today."
"Sit," I gesture to the chairs across from me. Aria remains standing at my side, a united front.
They sit, but Thomas keeps talking. "That was our wagon. Our driver. Our goods. All destroyed by your enemies."
"Rogues attacked on neutral territory," I say calmly. "Not werewolves from my pack."
"Rogues you're at war with. Which makes this your problem."
"The rogues are everyone's problem. They operate without pack law, without territory, without rules. They're as much a threat to humans as to werewolves."
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