Andrew laughed, a sound of genuine relief. Arrange marriage? Thank the Goddess. You deserve better than a man who treats his Pack like a corporation and his mate like an acquisition." He leaned forward, his eyes locking onto Draven's. "You're boring, Whitmore. And cold. You have no idea what fire you're trying to dampen." Draven leaned in, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper. "Careful, Cuomo. The Moonlight Pack is currently negotiating for the southern territories. It would be a shame if those talks... collapsed." The threat hung in the air. Andrew's smile vanished. But instead of backing down, he looked at Draven with something akin to pity. "You think you can bully everyone into submission," Andrew said quietly. "But you have no idea who you're sitting across from. You're disrespectin
