Lucky chuckled, "Afraid?" He echoed.
"You look too young to be a leader." The man who had been speaking from the very start, said.
"Age matters not. What matters is being intelligent enough to lead and powerful enough to protect the clan." Lucky replied.
"This is the whole clan? Or are you a pack?" The man questioned as he looked at them.
"This is us. No one else included." Lucky replied, not specifying whether they were a pack or clan.
"Our leader won't see you." Snarled a woman who came forth. She sized them up and down but all Lucky could do was smirk, as if he knew something that neither of them did.
She was a platinum blonde, Caucasian skinned woman with green eyes.
"Why? Is he too busy to see a clan that wants to associate with him?" Dzarma questioned.
"He doesn't associate with the weak." The woman spat.
