"Your wolves keep coming into my territory, begging me for sanctuary from you," continued Liam, his eyes flashing as his own wolf rose to the surface. "They beg me not to send them back to you, that they would rather die than live under your tyrannical leadership."
"Okay!" I shouted, trying to bring the attention back to me. However, no one seemed to be listening.
"I wouldn't take them back even if they begged me to," sneered Silas. I really wish I had a judge's gavel or something so that I could start hitting the wolf over the head with it. But I didn't know if that would really knock enough sense into him.
My assumptions about Alphas had gone out the window before I had even walked into the room. I thought they were all stoic males who rarely said a word and considered the safety, security, and happiness of their packs with every move they made.