Liandren’s POV

What was the essence of a truce when it was already obvious they wanted us gone?

“They killed our best scout and sent his head as what— a peace offering?” Elder Migale jolted upright from his seat, his hand smashing against the table.

My father, on the other hand, remained calm. I didn’t expect him to show any sign of weakness.

He was the Alpha King. Still, he didn’t seem to take things the way the rest of us were.

“Elder Migale, please calm down,” he said ...