Samson
A part of him didn’t really want to believe what he was hearing, just how quickly his own father had wanted to get rid of Emery. Less than half an hour of seeing her inside this pack, and he was trying to force her to leave once more.
He was listening to everything she was stating, watching the way she acted. She was so very calm, yet even he knew she was more deadly than he would be. For such a tiny she-wolf, she was a strikingly imposing figure right this very minute as she stalked his father.
He liked that their king had seen fit to rank up all these wolves, proving that just because they were seen to be weaker than most, that didn’t actually mean that they were weak. That anyone, regardless of bloodline, could be the highest of high.
He wasn’t actually all that surprised wh
