I slammed my fist on the bench and leaned forward.
"Like hell you're sticking your noses into this. The two taken are Graymoor's problem, and Graymoor pack will handle the extraction. End of story."
The chamber went dead quiet for half a second, then exploded.
Today, red benches in the Eldermarch Palace were full of Night Court assholes and their reps, and they were all yapping at once. I sat at the front of our side, elders behind me looking stiff as boards.
The Head of the Assembly banged his gavel. "Alpha Rhys, you will respect the floor. No one here is above the rules, including you."
I shot him a look. "Respect? While you're trying to turn a targeted grab into your goddamn committee project? What in the festering shit-heap is that about?"
