Draven POV
I rested my chin on my hand as I listened to the council members pass blame around on each other just because they hadn’t yet managed to find out who was behind the attack.
“Byron, Olenna.” I called, raising my voice, 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 carry out our orders.
And even when they did, they were so slow with it. At every turn, they did their best to get in our way.
It’s their fault we haven’t been able to discover anything until now.”
I raised my eyebrows quietly, “is that so?”
“Yes Alpha,” he hurriedly repli
