Bruce tugged his jeans back on and ripped off his sweat-soaked tank top. He waved a finger at Silvana and said, “I'm serious. Do not move from this bed."
Silvana's heart sank at the idea of being exposed to danger while not in any clothes. Bruce stormed out of the house, barefoot, and flung the front door open so hard that it slammed against the front of the house.
“State your business here at my home," Bruce said so harshly that the dozen werewolves shuddered.
They remained resilient and one strong woman with long, dyed-blue hair and facial piercings defiantly growled, “We've been told that our Alpha is dating some slutty, magic-casting witch."
Silvana peered through the blinds over Bruce's bed and her palms started to sweat. Bruce was wildly outnumbered, and there was fury in the
