I stayed quiet, staring at Dylan. He looked furious, with his arms crossed and his intimidating figure staring down at me.
"Answer me," he said. His voice wasn't raised, but I could hear the order behind his words.
"We might need his help," I said softly.
"We don't need anything from him. I have everything under control. I don't need another pack's help," Dylan said, walking around his desk and standing in front of me.
"Yes, we do. Do you think that if Alpha Jackson or Alpha Nicolas attack, they will do it alone?"
I asked, raising my hands in the air. My words came out in a yell. I didn't intend to speak that way, but I was scared. I knew what they were capable of—at least Alpha Jackson.
"Do you know how sexy you look right now?" Dylan asked, taking a step closer to me.
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