Draven POV
“Brandon.” I called calmly to the man kneeling in front of me, my voice not betraying the rage burning in my veins. “What was our agreement?”
Sweat rolled down his face as he breathed harshly. Obviously, he had rushed here as soon as he was summoned.
His hair was in disarray and he was wearing two different pairs of shoes. That wasn’t going to help his case though.
His tone was pleading, “you-you agreed to spare her life Alpha.”
I stroked the arms of my throne lightly, “on what conditions?”
“As-as long as she doesn’t cross the border of my pack and is placed under tight vigilance, Alpha.” He said. “You asked me to make sure there would never be a repeat of-of the earlier situation.”
“Good,” I stood up and walked slowly to him. “You remember.”
I crouched in front of him
