WICKED PROVIDENCE
Ignoring the question, the High Alpha turned on his heel and strode out of the ward.
Bennett was pacing the stone corridor like a caged beast. As the heavy doors groaned open, he lunged forward, grabbing the fur of Hudson’s collar. Hudson stood several inches taller, his sheer physical mass making Bennett’s attempt at intimidation look like a pup snapping at a dire wolf.
Bennett’s eyes narrowed into slits of amber malice. "What did you howl to her? If you spoke one lie to turn her against me, you’re a dead wolf!" he snarled.
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