Alpha Bane looked at Alpha Martin to see if he was joking about knowing his secret, but to his utmost disappointment, there was no single trace of playfulness in his face. He gulped and leaned back in his seat, he took another cigarette from his table and lit it up. He took a long drag, then blew the air out.
"I still don't get why you are here, Martin." This time his tone was no longer friendly, neither welcoming. He was in a bad mood, and anyone with good eyesight could see that.
"I did not come here for your games, Bane, listen to what I have to say clearly, and I won't repeat myself….." He was interrupted by Bane.
"You don't do that. You can't come to my pack, my territory and think you have the right to order me, Martin." He leaned forward, "I am not the same Bane you get to order around as before, I am an Alpha now, and you need to respect me." He snarled.