AUTHOR’S POV
The grand ballroom of the High Council Palace sat carved into the side of a neutral mountain range, a sprawling fortress of reinforced glass and imported white marble.
A long procession of luxury SUVs and sleek sports cars choked the circular driveway, dropping off the wealthiest and most dangerous apex predators on the continent.
Stepping out of the armored vehicle, Kole adjusted the cuffs of his tailored charcoal suit. He secured their high-profile invitations through a corrupt, debt-ridden Alpha operating out of the eastern seaboard who owed the rebel syndicate a massive financial favor. Walking up the illuminated marble steps, Kole kept his posture relaxed, though his tactical awareness mapped every armed sentry stationed near the grand doors.
Karina walked beside him
