Draven POV

I rested my chin on my hand as I listened to the council members pass blame around because they hadn’t yet found out who was behind the attack.

“Byron, Olenna.” I called and the hall instantly quietened, “does this mean you have no new information for me? It’s been two days.”

“It’s not our fault, Alpha,” Byron instantly protested, protecting something other than his own ass for the first time, “the intelligence teams wouldn’t listen to us and they wouldn’t ...