DOMINIC
My rage is well known around these parts.
But these fuckers?
They need enlightenment.
I’m over trying to be nice; it gets you nowhere on a first class ticket.
One is already dead, and his packmate looks f*****g furious.
Good.
Come get me, fuckball.
But he doesn’t.
He backs away, his beady eyes darting around as he bows his head in submission, whining like a f*****g b***h.
Submission means nothing to me.
Submitting to me isn’t weakness; it's common sense.
“You came to my pack.” I heave, a growl escaping my mouth. “Took my woman, and tried to kill my brother?”
The wolf lets out a strange sound, and I c**k my head, intrigued.
“Alpha!” The wolf hisses, his head still bowed.
Huh.
He thinks his Alpha will come and save him?
“Infact, f**k this. Where is Am
