Shawn
Percy sat on his knees with his head hung. He was panting heavily and bruises and blood marked his body. The scent filled my nose and my dominance and wolf preened with pride. He hates traitors, as do I. I felt him prowling beneath the skin, pacing and circling as a predator would do his prey. Percy was no submissive but he wasn't a threat to me. Not physically at least. What he lacks in brute strength, he makes up for in intelligence. Though after this stunt, I would say that's lacking a bit.
“Your Alpha asked you a question!” Rory's growl filled the room. I had to suppress the shock that I wanted to show. Omegas did not thrive on violence but they were feisty creatures and to see Rory here, demanding respect for me…God I wanted to pin her to the wall. It was what made them good
