I stuck out my hand, trying not to be rude. He squeezed it tight and shook my hand hard. I could smell his excitement.
I didn’t dislike Ansel; I just didn’t trust him. He was the highest-ranking wolf in America, and he didn’t get that way by being nice. He was taller than me, but lanky. If we were to fight, most people would assume I’d win. But they’d be wrong.
Ansel was cunning. More cunning than Jackson, or any other wolf I knew. Which is why he was on my do-not-f*ck-with list. Jackson watched us from nearby, and I glared at him. He knew how I felt about Ansel. H*ll, he was the only one who wasn’t afraid of Ansel.
“Jackson told us about the pack’s problems, and I decided I needed to be here.” Ansel winked and stared at the crowd. Everything clicked. He’s here for crowd control. Is tha
