Alpha Logan
Mikali introduced me.
“So, you’re this Alpha that’s got our little girl into this… this mess,” an older man huffed as he walked up behind his wife, a shotgun leveled at me. I arched an eyebrow unfazed by the gun.
“Mister Christian, unless that’s loaded with silver rounds, it’s going to just at best tickle and at worst piss me off,” I nodded at the gun. “Your daughter is a werewolf. Meeting me doesn’t change that,” I pointed out and knelt and carefully lifted her.