EMILY
I looked over the email I just received, astonished and a little bit insulted.
There’s no way this fucker just wrote that, I thought. No way he truly feels entitled to an entire half of another pack’s land.
I read it again – and indeed he did, and had decided to write to me to make sure I fulfilled his rights.
I pushed my chair back, wheeling away from the desk, trying to think of an elegant and princess-like way to send him to go f**k himself. Work was fun, most of the time – but there were some days when it seemed like all the idiots on the whole planet assembled and decided to come and bother me.
This was one of those days.
A twinge of anger and fear nagged at me – a twinge that didn’t come from me.
Xavier?, I called him through the bond. Is everything alright?
He d
