Thorne's POV
The wine glass shattered hard against the wall, red liquid dripping down from it like blood.
"What the f**k do you mean 'stolen by rogues'?" I growled loudly, my voice thundered through the council room, I could feel North at the surface, making several of the weaker members flinch.
Pussies.
Nicholas stood in front of me, his head bowed and his hands trembling, A pathetic sight really. All I wanted to do was plug out his head from his useless neck.
"Alpha Thorne, I swear to you, it was rogues, they came in the night, took out my guards—"
“What a load of crap!” My voice was one with North now, as my anger was beyond restraint.
"Your guards were found tied up with light knots and given a f*****g water, Nicholas." I leaned forward, letting my voice drop in a way that it s
