"Luther!" Mr. Black warned my lying mate, who abruptly stopped before he could say anything to my brother. He looked pissed; there was no denying it. The way he was breathing so hard and then that murderously dark look in his eyes gave away everything. His wolf was on the surface, forcing Luther to let him take control, and he would have if it weren't for his father, the respected principal/the alpha of this pack. The Oldman looked apologetic as he said to Zudith, "Please don't leave this pack, Zudith. This is a request. I couldn't change what happened in the past, but we could at least come to some terms and handle our issues together."
I saw one of the Black brothers stop on Luther's way, and I could no longer remember the names of the four alphas. I didn't see the need anyway. The onl
