My words must have hit the mark right at the center with the way her jaw clenched and her hands twitched like she wanted to rip something in half.
Bringing war to herself was the last thing Dr. Veyra wanted. She stood stiffly, staring at the console. As much as she didn’t want any kind of war, she didn’t like the idea that the Alpha, acting or not, of Silverclaw had found the lairs of her lab.
Her body shook with the anger she could barely contain. This was the most uncomposed I’d ever seen her, it was nerve-wracking.
"Dammit,” she muttered, swearing under her breath. “Of all the cursed wolves in the world, it had to be the acting Alpha of Silverclaw, huh? What the hell does he want with my lab? I’ve never even brushed their radar."
I didn’t know the answer to that either, but I had a feeling we were about to find out.
"So what, we just leave him out there?" Veyra snapped. "Because we’re scared of a little war?"
"That’s what we have to find out,” I tried to patronize, my heart skippin
