The face below the jaw of the wolf broke out into a smile at my words. "I can make you a queen," came the deep voice that seemed to cause the very Earth to vibrate.
I smiled in response to his words. "I already am. And you have threatened my men."
"With me, you wouldn't need four," came his reply, and I could see my men stiffen in pure rage at his words. I only burst out laughing.
"Sorry, you're not my type," I said, never taking my eyes off his jawline. "But now it is my turn for an ultimatum. Turn around and leave, or me and mine will make sure that none of yours will walk away from this." I could feel the worry along the links between me and my men, but the fact that they remained unchanging on the outside meant a lot. They trusted me to take care of this, and so I would.
