He got a hold of me and he pinned me to the wall near a little table with a vase on it. With his free hand he pushed the vase and every other content of the table and it fell on the ground, shattering at his feet.
He pressed his lips to mine, my eyes widened instantly. This wasn't the first time he tried this shit!
The first had been a few months ago, when I returned to the pack after a year of studying in Costa City.
I returned to find my father, the most loving and strongest Alpha I knew terrified and living in fear…and my pack, Red-Storm, living in utter terror all thanks to the villainy and tyranny of Winter hill's Alpha's only son, Lucious Reign.
Red-Storm was a small pack unlike Winter hill who are direct descendants of the moon goddess herself and pure blood Alpha wolves.