<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Victoria yelling at him to let go of Jaymus drew the Alpha's glare away from the Gamma and onto his mate, "What does Alexander have to do with this?" The question lacked any real bite, his anger quickly deflating, it wasn't her that he was pissed at afterall. And then suddenly Preston was putting himself between the Alpha and the Gamma, forcing Cyrus to let go of Jaymus, stepping back with a flare of that still present anger rearing up yet again. He didn't act on it, forced himself back until the table stoppe dhimshort, and he perched on the edge, hands white-knuckling the edge while his wolf rages, demanding to be set free. It takes active effort to force himself to breathe, to try and regulate the thundering beat of anger that clouds his better judgment. <br/>
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News of the she-wolf having been caught and subdued, calms both man and wolf, and he finally blows out a slow sigh. Dark brows knit together when he notes Preston's hesitance, and all he can think is there's more.<br/>
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Oh and there's more alright. Cy blinks at his Beta, speechless. Unsure of how to respond without tripping through the minefield of the other's secret and accidentally letting the whole room know. What was the beta of a long dead pack doing here. And not just <i>some</i> pack, or beta. It was Preston's previous pack, <i>his</i> beta. Cy scratched at the back of his head, "That doesn't make any sense. I thought there hadn't… been any survivors." <br/>
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He cast his gaze onto his mate, the sobering white of the bandage on her throat holding his attention, and something like dread twists painfully. "And why would she go after Victoria?" He was asking the wrong people, because no one in this room could explain why Grey pack's beta had wandered onto Blue Moon territory and attacked the Luna. The only one who could  answer that was currently incapacitated. “I want to be informed the second she opens her eyes.” This last bit he directed towards Jaymus. </span>