MEGAN'S POV
The tension in the air right now is so palpable I could choke on it.
Xarion and Vance are locked in a stare-off, both standing tall, shoulders squared, jaws firm.
Neither one of them is backing down, and I can feel the dominance rolling off them in waves.
Davidson's phone rings, breaking the silence.
He glances at the screen and winces. "Uh… sorry, guys. I have to take this. Give me two minutes."
He steps away with his phone already pressed to his ear, leaving the three of us standing in the most uncomfortable silence of my life.
Great. Just great.
I cross my arms, switching my weight from one foot to the other.
This is a disaster.
“So,” Xarion's the first to speak, his tone deceptively calm. "Vance Stone. Alpha of Shadowcrest Pack. Impressive resume."
Vance c***s h
