"A-alpha?" Blach's voice was shaking when she spoke that title to me.
"Don't call me Alpha. I have never been your Alpha and never will be," I told her, which made her feel bad. I can see through her eyes.
"M-my apology, R-Raven," she said.
I walked closer to her as I put my hands inside each side of my jeans pocket and stopped almost an inch apart from where she was.
"Let's talk inside my office and explain everything before I decide to annihilate you and your tribe people, Blanch. You know me, I always mean business," I told her before walking into my old packhouse.
I passed some skinwalkers looking at me apologetically, but I just gave them a bored stare and went inside my office to the house's third floor.
I walked inside my poor old office and saw that everything stayed the same when I used to do some pack matters here. I sit on my favorite swivel chair, and suddenly I remember Rebel.
