Savage
They’re both leaning against the desk with one ankle crossed over the other, their drink in their left hand, hanging at their side as they watch me.
There’s a lot of power in this pack. The Alphas here are very strong. Even the female, Leana, was exuding strength. And right now, that angry power is all directed at me.
“Reagan. Alpha Reagan is her name,” Elias says.
The older Alphas watches me closely. “Gamma Elias, how close was your Alpha to going feral?” he asks, never looking away from me.
When Elias doesn’t immediately answer, I turn and look at him.