The Hypocrite's Rage

POV: Alpha Xander

Two agonizing hours crawl by. One hundred and twenty minutes of playing the perfect host, wearing a mask of polite interest while my chest tightens with every breath. I nod along to Elder Flint’s endless rambling, forcing casual smiles for passing dignitaries, doing everything in my power to keep my eyes from wandering back to the shadows of the oak tree. The scent of strawberri