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Well, Mark had a thing or two to learn about Salvatore Ridolfi.
When power came into question, Salvatore would swim through molten brimstone to
keep it.
             
“As you all know well, I have three sons. They have been my pride and my right
hand as I’ve ruled our race over the past two centuries. They are my blood.
However, sacrifices must be made if our race is to survive. I, more than
anyone, understand the truth of this. Believe me, Brothers, I do.
             
“My youngest son, Dominic is unquestionably the greatest warrior our kind has
ever known,” Salvatore began, his words received with nods and murmurs of
agreement from the Council. “He is also a traitor. A rogue wolf, he has turned
his back on our Brotherhood and the sacred Pact, protecting the very demon he
has been tasked to destroy. I trusted him and he betrayed us all.
             
“This is the reason behind our failure. I accept full responsibility for
misplacing my trust in him. I cannot unweave the threads of the past, but I can
make recompense for the future.
             
“From this day forward, Dominic Ridolfi is disavowed, no longer part of the
pack, no longer one with the Brotherhood, thus no longer protected by the Pact.
He is to be hunted like the demon he protects and executed on sight. I offer
his life as reaffirmation of my commitment to the Brotherhood and our race.”
             
“You would disinherit your favorite son to retain the mantle of leadership?”
The incredulous question came from Jose Villalobos, the alpha from South
America.
             
Salvatore tipped his head to the side, craning his neck to meet the keen gaze
of the South American wolf. He gave his head a slight shake. “No, I would not
disown my own son to maintain my political position and power. I would,
however, do anything to protect my pack. There is no limit to what I would do
to ensure the continuity of our race.”
             
Jose nodded in acceptance. Mark coughed his disbelief, but otherwise remained
blessedly mute. Salvatore cocked a taunting brow in his enemy’s direction,
daring him to challenge him further. Mark folded his arms over his chest and
smirked back, conceding the battle, but not the war.
             
“Shall we vote on it then?” Salvatore asked quietly, before raising his voice
to the tone reserved for official announcements. “Brother Mark has suggested a
change in leadership is in order. So, let us put it to a vote. Those in favor
of my removal, please manifest. May you be led by light, my Brothers. ”
             
Salvatore overturned his red paddle and waited silently for each alpha to
follow suit. Red.   Red. Red. Black. Red. Red. One alpha stood against him. No matter what he
offered, that alpha always would. Mark Wolf would not rest until he assumed
Salvatore’s seat at the table.
             
“The vote of the Brotherhood speaks for itself,” Salvatore gloated. “Unless of
course, Brother Mark, you wish to issue a challenge.”
             
If looks could kill, Salvatore would be six feet under. His lips pursed in
anger, his white knuckles knitted and clenched in restraint on the table in
front of him, Mark pinned Salvatore with his sharp, black gaze. Salvatore
nodded back, acknowledging the look of loathing. The feeling was beyond mutual.
             
“If we want to play the blame game, Brother Mark, let us talk about which
domain Katerina lived in, undetected, for more than two decades,” Salvatore
taunted with a smile, showing off his teeth. Low chuckles followed his words.
             
“Perhaps had you shared knowledge of her location the two times you failed to execute her, Brother, she’d be dead by now,” Mark growled in defense.
             
The quiet laughter stopped. Salvatore smiled at the blonde wolf, his lips thin
and tight. “Why would I entrust such an important task to a leader who can’t
find