Alpha King Grey
Gary was furious. I could feel it from the way he was clawing my brains. He wanted to take control. No, he was forcefully pushing his way to the surface, I could feel the murderous intent in him. My claws were elongating, and my eye colour was changing. As a royal wolf, I could contain and control my wolf, especially if he wanted to harm someone or worse, if he was doing it against my better wish. Having the upper hand in controlling one's wolf was one of the perks that came with being a high-ranked royal blood.
I knew what he wanted to do. My wolf, Gary, was far more ruthless than I was. He could kill without batting an eyelid. Gary was popularly known for his low patience levels and his zero tolerance for threats. My people knew not to threaten me, and Ruby was aware.
