Leader Of The Clan

Vladimir's POV(Continued)

“Your kind is not welcome here, king.” Kora Puhvel spat with venom, her grey eyes sparking with the full extent of her anger.

Josie’s eyes sharpened at her words and I refrained from wincing. My ever observant wildcat just picked up on another ammunition to use in her quest. Oh, that would be a fun conversation to have later.

“Unfortunately for you, miss Puhvel, you are not in the position to decide that.”

“Whatever do you mean by that? Speak plainly or I will have you and your followers thrown out on your asses.”

“Language. This is a civil discussion, not crude banter, and I will appreciate if you do not test my patience. It is on a very short fuse as it is.” I cautioned, merely letting a small bit of my beastly nature color my voice. She flinched, but then covered it up immediately with a glare.