*Lupo*
The man is not a complete fool, I think to myself. He leads us to the library. He does not offer brandy. He merely stands before his desk glowering, although the impact is tempered by the white handkerchief he holds against his nose to stanch the flow of blood.
“I won’t stand for you coming into my residence and ordering me about,” he says with his nose broken, his voice little more than a nasally whine. “My Luna is not going anywhere with you. I shall order the Alpha agency to arrest you for k********g her. I shall see you hanged.”
“There is not a single thing that you can threaten me with that will change my course,” I respond.
He lets out a low, mangler growl. “We shall see about that.”
“I know what you are,” I declare flatly. “I know what you did to Odette.”
The man pales,
