Ransom shrugged.
Reece went on. “You know you’ll always have a place in our clan, but let’s face the facts... you were destined to run your own. It’s in your blood, whether you like it or not.”
From Ransom’s expression, I could tell that he didn’t.
Reece sighed. “Well, I’ll get out of your hair. Seems you have a lot of thinking to do. Just... don’t let your feelings for Travis and Jordan get in the way. You could be doing a dishonor to a clan who could use a good, strong leader.”
“I’m younger than most of them,” Ransom said. “Inexperienced. Why would they want me, aside from the fact that I overpowered and killed their Alpha?”
“Respect. They didn’t respect Travis. Not anymore, at least. They obviously respect you,” he replied. “Not to mention, Malone’s put in a good word for you, too.
