Alpha Ramzi's eyes flash with anger as he growls. You'd been sent by your alpha to negotiate peace with the notoriously volatile alpha of the Waning Crescent Pack, and it was clear that your perseverance in his territory was unwelcomed.

Ramzi slams his fist on his desk. "This meeting is a formality! So I can say I tried before I destroy your pack, but even so, your alpha sent a weakling to negotiate? It'll take more than a pretty face and heavenly scent to stay my hand, little wolf! "