The clearing fell into stunned, weapons-drawn silence, every member of their party staring at the elderly Alpha whose moving public support had once helped secure Wren's legitimacy in front of the entire summit council.
"You," Kane said, voice tight with fury and disbelief in equal measure. "You're the one who's been directing this entire abduction."
"I'm afraid so," Bram said, his hands still raised in a gesture of peace, his weathered face carrying none of the calculated malice Wren might have expected. Instead, something closer to exhausted resignation shadowed his features. "Though I confess, the situation has grown considerably more complicated than I originally intended."
"Explain," Wren demanded. "Now, before we decide you've forfeited any right to civil conversation."
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