ADAM
Edward Brekan, ex Alpha King of our kind in this regions, and self-proclaimed historian of everything worth knowing, looked at me like I had just grown a second head.
His eyes flicked from me to my brothers, disbelief thick enough to cut through.
"Don't you three do any research at all? Didn't you hear what I said earlier?" His voice thundered through the meeting room. "Or do you think the old books in the library are there for decoration?"
I bit back a groan, exchanging a glance with Noah and Daniel. We'd spent the years training armies, managing colonies, and pulling the pack out of debt—but apparently, not reading enough dusty books made us ignorant fools.
None of us replied.
The silence stretched long enough that even the candle flames seemed to lean away from it. Finally, Edward exhaled and rubbed his temples, muttering something under his breath that sounded a lot like 'spirits save me from my own offspring.'
