Dracon’s POV
I am practically livid when I make it to the dining hall that has been enhanced by magic no doubt to accommodate so many people. Just like the meeting hall, species were placed around the room to foster some notion of peace, but I knew it to be a farce. They knew that we were weak. We no longer had a royal head outside of the royal pack alpha who was nothing more than a farmer pretending to play leader.
The other species must be able to smell the desperation of our so-called leaders and they have come to confirm their suspicions. I would have expected this from fools like Guise and Maizon. Hell, even Fisher rolling over and playing dead wasn’t a real shock to me. But I expected more from Baptiste and Onriq, after all they were pure alpha born. The two betas and I were seate
