"Try not to piss off the entire Assembly today," Sorin said as we climbed the steps to Eldermarch Palace. "And try to ignore Alpha Cryus, please, son."
I snorted. "No promises, Sorin."
We walked into the chamber, with my fighters stopping by the large door to wait for me and Sorin. I took my seat, Sorin on my left. The room was already full. I could feel eyes on me before the session even started.
The standard crap came first. Moonless Order movements, a few minor complaints from smaller packs, the usual posturing. Then we hit the Corvin Strait, and the whole room knew exactly where it was going.
Cyrus leaned forward, wearing that smug fucking grin I wanted to punch off his face.
"Graymoor has been hoarding territory for years," was his laughable opening statement. "You're biting off more than you can chew, Rhys. The Corvin Strait belongs to the region, not one pack that keeps expanding like a damn plague."
