Frustration coursed through every part of Amanda's body as she and her team leader stood on the other side of the bars.
The wolf might have once been an alpha, but he wasn't anywhere close to being what he used to be. He might as well have been harmless in that body, especially missing his arm.
She could easily take him out.
And how satisfying would it be to be able to stomp down on that fucking bitch of a mouse? Squishing the Luna under her heel?
Despite what she had said to Brett, she was sure that Raphael would survive it. She would make sure of it.
"Open the door. I'll go in," Amanda announced, placing a hand on Brett's shoulder. "He doesn't stand a chance against me."
"Not happening," replied Brett, shooting her down. "That door isn't opening unless we have three full teams on standby in the hall."