His wrists tied tightly to the arms of the chair, Graham glowered at the wolves that surrounded him, snarling at the traitorous figure that was Rowan who was lent against the wall looking at him with unashamed loathing. ‘Where is Felicity?’ he spat angrily toward Justin as he strained against the ropes that bound him to the seat. ‘Watch your tone when addressing the Alpha’ Karl snarled, stepping forward and connecting his fist with the bound werewolf’s face, snapping it to the side. ‘That dog isn’t my Alpha’ Graham growled back, ‘his precious Empress threw me out of the pack before he took the position, remember?’ ‘We remember’ Justin replied grimly, ‘we remember tossing a piece of garbage that likes to hurt women out of our boundary’. Graham caught the Alpha’s eye, staring him down,