Silly Little Wolf

Dominik looked around at the pack guards as they stood in line, their gazes lowered to the floor or on Raphael as he continued to pin Marcus to the ground.

Everyone assumed that he was the nice one in the pack. He was always willing to go out of his way to help anyone in need, and almost everyone went to him first before Raphael because they were too scared to talk to the Alpha about certain matters. 

But they seemed to forget that his immediate pack was full of feral wolves, psychopaths, and a serial killer. He might be the nicest of all four of them, but that didn't mean he wasn't without teeth of his own. There was a reason why he was called to be part of that pack, and it wasn't for his smile or his patience.

"Help me," gargled Marcus as he shifted his eyes over to look at Dominik.

Did the wolf really think he was about to challenge his alpha over him? That his life was worth more than his mate's?