"I thought so." Harold's voice was soft, dangerous. "Allow me to explain something to you, Miss Turner. This pack has controlled this territory for fifty years. We built this company from nothing, created jobs for our people, and protected our own. We don't take kindly to outsiders who threaten that stability."
"I'm not threatening anything," I said, my voice barely steady.
"Aren't you?" Harold stood, moving to the window again. "My son is the heir to everything we've built. His mate will be the next Luna of the Shadow Ridge Pack. That's not a position we take lightly."
Luna. The word made my wolf perk up with interest, even as my human brain recoiled in horror.
"I'm not—"
"You're not what, Miss Turner? Not interested in my son? Not planning to use whatever attraction exis
