Cole
“When I asked for a healer, I meant someone from this pack, not your visitors,” I said calmly.
Ryan was ready to explode, but I wasn’t. I had Rebecca in my arms, and I wouldn’t allow any further delays.
“What do you mean? Are we not worthy of healing a girl who was once a slave?” The fool of a healer behind Ryan spoke up.
I tilted my head slightly. “This is what I hate about people led by two treacherous fools. You’re even poorly groomed.” I spat.
Matt moved past me swiftly and elegantly, snapping her neck in two.
Screams filled the air.
Ryan growled, his body coiled to pounce, but I met his eyes with a cold stare.
“Down, boy,” I said, voice steady. “She disrespected me. As you know, different packs have different rules. In mine, we kill the disrespectful. End of story. My Bet
