Wikh cleared his throat, his unease evident. "We need to consider a different approach. The Rogues aren't like the other enemies you've faced. They're unpredictable, relentless, and they've already sent their message with Coby's death. If we don't act soon, more blood will be spilled."
I raised an eyebrow, a bitter laugh escaping me. “And what exactly do you propose, Beta? That I bow to them? That I roll around on the ground asking for mercy?"
"No," Wikh said firmly, though his gaze faltered. "But we need to think strategically. A negotiation meeting could prevent this from escalating."
I barked out a laugh, standing abruptly. "What about a tea party as well? Maybe grab some cookies, hold hands and sing kumbaya. I must have made a mistake when I chose you as my Beta if this is the kind
