Three Alphas and the Rogue Luna
“GET OFF THAT GIRL, NOW!”
A wave of relief crashed into me when I looked past his shoulder to find the speaker standing by the bar, right next to the cash register.
It was Paula, the owner of the diner, and she was flanked on all sides by the cook and some of the other staff of the diner, who all had expressions that ranged from anger to horror.
There was no central authority in Rogueland as normal Packs, but Paula had known most of the people here since they were in diapers, which had its own kind of power in a place like this.