Alpha Tristan's POV
Hearing his mocking tone made me angry. I turned around and indeed it was the head of the council, Ambrose. The man who was admired for his intellect and sharp mind, even in old age. He was meant to stand with the pack and fight for this pack like he had always said he would do, but he chose to be on the opposite side.
Fighting his very own for the sake of what? I was disappointed in him. We rarely went along with each other due to our differing opinions on things, but I never expected it would get to the point of doing all this. I could only stare at him with anger burning through my veins while he stared at me like I was some sort of amusement to him.
He was calm, like I would do nothing to harm him. “Alpha” my Beta called, which only made Ambrose's smile increase.
