Chapter 7

Jeremy POV

I was fucking fuming! Who the fuck did he think he was? Touching my sister, touching the pack Princess. Our pack wasn’t the biggest in the country but with 1000 members it certainly held respect in the southeast. Brett’s pack was of a similar size, but he and his father had family links to the North which gave them a stronger presence in the country and warriors to call upon in a time of need. Brett played it down to me but from what I could gather he was the heir to the packs up North that had no other bloodline descendants.

My father treated his pack members as if they were equal, which I understand but it gives twats like Jason the idea that they can rise above their station and take advantage. Well not on my watch.

“Willow’s fine Jeremy, just calm down and have a drink.” Beta Thomas comes over with a beer in his hand giving it to me.

“He is a fucking prick!” I yell, my wolf still fuming.

“Some of our boys have intercepted him already and he’ll be in the cells sleeping it