Duggar
I arrived first.
Neutral ground… the humans’ bland little hotel with its flickering lights and reeking of cheap liquor, was the kind of place that forced wolves into masks. No claws, no teeth, just words sharpened into daggers. I chose a table in the back, close to the wall, with every exit in sight. If this was a trap, I would see it before the spring.
Josiah came late, of course. Alphas always did. Make others wait, let silence work like chains. He thought that he was more of an alpha than I was. I know he only knew me by name and hearsay but didn't really know who I was.
He entered like a storm pretending to sleep, measured steps, shoulders squared, but the weight of thunder coiled beneath his skin. His gaze locked on me the moment he crossed the threshold, and for the briefe
