VIKTOR.
“Hey, where are you going?”
I turn around to see who the voice belongs to and I recognize him as one of the patrol wolves.
I am standing at the gates about to walk out when he walks up to me.
“Out,” I respond with irritation.
I don't mean to be rude.
In fact, I applaud his dedication and awareness.
But there is a wolf out there that threatens the peace of my mate and my Alpha genes are demanding I tear him apart.
My patience to handle any other person is close to snapping.
“Do you have permission?”
No, I do not.
“Yes, from Guia herself.”
“I am going to confirm it.”
“Sure. Let her know that I am also going to pick up another batch of fries too.”
“Sure, whatever.”
I wait as he walks a few feet and dials the number.
I don't bother listening to the conversation and it c
