Chapter 169: Addressing the People
Draven.
"Well, Alpha," Brackham began, his tone cautious now, "my team is doing all they can, of course. But so far, we haven’t found conclusive leads. The victims, as you know, left very little evidence behind, and—"
"I’m not asking for a summary of excuses," I interrupted coldly. "I’m asking what you have. Anything."
I was far too pissed about Brackham’s position. Just as Alderic was our king, Brackham was the chosen ruler of the humans.
However, the current situation didn’t necessitate that I acknowledge that fact. I kept the respect at bay.
Brackham hesitated again. "We’re still interviewing witnesses. Reviewing footage. And... well, the city has other matters drawing resources. Public unrest. Rising tension—"
"I don’t care about your distractions, Brackham," I said, my voice a low growl. "What matters is that three of my people were murdered. Their hearts ripped out. Others missing. On Duskmoor soil. Under your watch."
"Alpha, please understand—"
"I understand perfectly," I cut in, leaning back in my chair, fingers drumming against the armrest. "And I will have no choice but to report this to my King. To let King Alderic know exactly how your government treats the werewolves despite the treaty that binds us."
A sharp intake of breath crackled down the line. "Alpha Draven, there’s no need to escalate this to King Alderic. Please, I only ask for a little more time—"
"No," I said sharply. "Time was given. Time was wasted."