JAXOM’S POV
“So how exactly did you think this was going to go? You thought I was just going to let you walk into my house and take my daughter?” Donovan scoffed, leaning towards me with clasped hands. I could tell from how white his knuckles were that he wanted to tighten them around my throat.
“Don-” Arveda began in warning, but I was quick to answer the challenge in his tone.
“I’m an Alpha wolf and King of this territory. I didn’t think you were going to let me do anything.” I mimicked his posture, leaning in close and dropping my voice to a low growl. “I have a right to what’s mine and I don’t need to ask for permission to take it.”
“Well, then, it’s a good thing you don’t own anything- or anyone- here, isn’t it? This land belonged to the Dine' (Navajo people) long before your kind
