“If there is a female Rabid in Wyoming, she’s between Callum’s territory and Rose’s.” The Luna Mesa alpha was the first one to actually say my name at this little meeting, the first one to openly acknowledge that I had territory, that I was one of them.
“Are you suggesting that we give this girl to Callum or Rose?” Othello’s counter caused a rumble of discontent to pass through the room—audible and animalistic.
Threat.
It was there, in the air, and there was no mistaking the fact that it was aimed at me.
“Othello’s right.”
Those two words should never have exited Callum’s mouth. Under any circumstances. Ever. Silence fell on the room once more, and the sinister edge in the air receded, like a wave being pulled by the undertow back to sea.
“There’s no reason that either Rose or I shou
