I clutched the bag in my hand, and Alpha Zander’s eyes followed my movements. He reached a hand out to take it from me, tugging gently, but I could not let it go. Only when a growl sounded deep within him did I release it.
“Good of you to see us off, uncle,” I told him.
“You are not leaving without your men.” He pointed a finger at Alpha Zander; it seemed to wither under Alpha Zander’s dark gray stare
“My men will stay to bring her things later.”
“I—” my uncle started.
“That was not a request,” Alpha Zander told him and turned.
He tugged on my hand, but I stayed where I was. To my surprise, he paused and came back to stand next to me, not dropping my hand from his firm grip.
I raised my voice and addressed my uncle as much as my pack, which spilled out onto the front steps behind hi
