What about Cynthia, I manage to say when Ryan lets go.
Cynthia is more than she realizes—more than you realize! And I’m going to make sure she’s not a threat to our future.
Enraged, I rush at him again, only Ryan is able to get a paw up and swipe me across the face, drawing blood.
You’re f*****g crazy!
No—I’m motivated.
We circle each other again, each one ready for the other to be next to strike. I move forward a little, and Ryan backs up. He moves forward a little, and I back up. We go about this dance for way too long.
“What do you know of our previous Alpha?” Charles asks us.
I shrug, not knowing what my answer should be because my mind has gone numb.
“He was murdered by rogues,” Rita states matter-of-factly.
“He was attacked by rogues,” he says, correcting her. “He was away
