#Chapter52
Changing Times
/"Don't tell me what to do…. You're not my alpha, hell, you're not even his beta./" The undercurrent of a snarl between them sizzles and I tense, waiting for it to get crazy in here. Surprised that Matteo is not his second in command and I rake my memories to find out who is. I swear to god it better not be Carmen, or I'm in trouble.
/"Ahora, ahora, que tenemos aqui?/" Another female voice floats in, soft, light, and strangely alluring, with a deep raspy undercurrent as three more wolves stroll in unannounced, and I recognize her as Meadow, one of the older femmes in her late twenties, mated to the one behind her, Cesar. Her brother is in tow, Jesus, and they stop to gaze over the little scene in hand.
