RANDOLPH'S POV:
It was time for business. My pack needs a little reminding of who's in charge and how they should act. With the night I have had, it won't take much to put them in place. Full speed, I run down the steps my paws pound skipping the last two. I run right through the pit of hell, not caring how much glass is flying past my face or if someone comes towards me challenging my position out of rage. Oh, I f*****g dare them to try.
I growl from deep within. My rumble shakes the floor. Several of the pack members stop fighting and whip around with their bloody fist hanging in the air."Well, Hello, boys. It seems a few of you need a little reminder of who's in charge."
The members stand there, not moving an inch and growling and snarling through their growing fangs. The smell of fe
