For the first time, Elijah looked stressed out of his mind, his hands gripping his hair as Christian narrated what had gone down in the North pack.
"...Apparently, Patrick had his claws deep into Finn, Alaric's beta. He attacked Luna Zara in her holding cell, where she awaited trial for her actions against Alaric. He destroyed evidence and even killed his own kind just to get to her—only to be killed by her hands. Though they say Luna Zara barely survived. Nonetheless, while the North is shaken, they've never been stronger than now. Your heirs are safe, and so is Violet Purple, the goddess daughter, as she's fondly called right now." Christian finished with emphasis.
For a moment, Elijah was silent, his eyes darting around as he processed the information. Then he muttered, "This is a mess."
He lifted his head, his face darkening. "Who is going to be held responsible for this? Me?" He slammed his hand on the arm rest.
"Put a call through to the Office of the President."
