And my niece is ringing it like she's calling everyone to dinner.
"That clever little b***h," Lionel breathes.
I'm already moving, striding toward the door. "She is forcing my hand. If I don't respond to the bell, if I ignore a potential threat to the pack, I look weak and incompetent.
It will appear like I am putting my personal interests above pack safety." I say through gritted teeth.
"And if you do respond?"
"Then I have to face her in front of witnesses. In front of the pack members who will have rushed to the gates at the sound of the bell." I grab my coat and head to the door with Lionel following behind me.
"She has successfully backed me into a corner."
As we stride through the halls of the pack house, I can already hear the commotion. Pack members rushing toward the gates
