ALPHA CHASE
“State your point clearly, Gerrick.” I thundered back, starting to get impatient before glancing at the high window to give myself a bit of distraction, and a reason to not wrap my hands around his throat and choke him until he surrendered.
The mid-morning sunlight slid through the tall windows of the Silverfang packhouse, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the tense air between me and the Crescent Pack emissaries.
"The western ridge has always been a point of contention, Alpha Dustin," Gerrick rumbled, leaning forward so the heavy wood chair groaned under his weight.
They had come to my territory expecting to find a distracted Alpha, hoping to carve out a generous slice of our western hunting ridges while rumors of our internal unrest circulated through the neighbori
