You Want My Crown? Fine, Take the Trash Too
"So what? I've never heard of you. You're probably still a nobody from a tiny, insignificant pack."
She turned to the clerk with a sharp gaze. "You must be new here, so let me be clear—we're in Northmere, under Alpha Falcon's rule. If you dare sell that crown to her, this place won't last till dawn!"
The clerk's hand trembled as he held the box, as if it suddenly weighed a hundred pounds.
He turned to me, his voice trembling. "Ma'am, I'm just trying to make a living. I can't afford to offend Alpha Falcon… Please don't make this any harder for me."