Alpha Dimitri’s POV
“Seven of my patrols are dead,” Lucan said, each word clipped with hardly restrained fury. “Their bodies were recovered less than a mile from the Bloodfang border, each one cut down by your warriors.”
I regarded him without the slightest change in expression.
“Then they crossed where they shouldn’t have.”
His eyes hardened.
“They were pursuing rogues.”
“Then they should have pursued them on Ironclaw soil.”
His fist struck the polished wood with enough force to rattle the maps spread across the table.
“You call slaughtering my patrols border enforcement?”
“I call it enforcing my borders,” I replied. “Bloodfang’s laws don’t cease to exist because Ironclaw chooses to ignore them.”
For several long moments, neither of us spoke.
Around the table, members of my cou
