REINER
Honestly, I was not expecting to be welcomed with open arms - but that seemed a little too much.
Before I even knew it, Becks had slammed me against the wall with unprecedented violence and clasped a clawed hand around my neck: a low growl vibrated in her chest, and her eyes were glowing purple.
Hmm. She could actually kill me right now.
Rebecca had always been a powerful wolf - the only one not of Alpha blood in the entire pack who could stand up to me and occasionally beat me (and it's not like I was exactly a pushover): that was the first time in my entire life that I truly, viscerally feared death.
It was clear as day: Becks wouldn't have the slightest problem, or qualm, in killing me.
"Hello Becks," I greeted her, attempting a smile - not that it was easy to speak, with t
