An Invitation

President Harrington's voice boomed through the room, brimming with irritation and frustration. Alpha Jasper stood tall and imposing in front of him, flanked by his two trusted companions, Ronan and Matthew. The air was tense, charged with accusation and anger.

"It was one of your people," Alpha Jasper stated firmly, his gaze piercing into Harrington's.

The President let out a scoff and leaned back in his chair, trying to appear nonchalant. "Oh, come on, Jasper. You can't possibly think I am responsible for every human on this planet. This is a small sect of people that are angry about our truce and wants to take matters into their own hands," he said dismissively, waving his hand as if brushing off the accusation.

Ronan's fists clenched at his sides, anger flashing across his features. "There won't be any truce if we keep getting attacked," he growled through gritted teeth. The room fell silent, the tension thickening as both sides stared each other down.