Melvin POV
"Bring me the Ancestor's Fang by midnight, Penelope, or I will burn every single thing you love to ashes."
I slam my fist onto the mahogany desk. The polished wood splits down the centre.
"Is that a threat, Alpha Melvin? Because it sounds a bit desperate."
Penelope's voice leaks out of the encrypted communicator speaker. She sounds bored. She sounds like she is chewing gum.
"It is a promise," I growl.
"Right. Well, I am currently trying to buy a limited edition bracelet online, so you are really throwing off my timing."
"Three days, Penelope. Three whole days I have let my media storm tear your name to shreds across the Pack network. You are a rogue. You are a criminal. Every noble family in the territory is screaming for your execution."
"And yet, here I am. Still breat
