The males were avoiding eye contact as if it would save them. Jetje’s gaze burned with an uneven mixture of fear and defiance. His wolf was in both eyes and voice as he glared at them. “You all know you will die. You went against me. My direct order. Not only did you injure one of my Pack but you did so with the malicious intent of killing your Alpha.” “She’s not fit to be Alpha, she’s full human,” Chris snarled, finding his backbone. Seconds later the man slumped to the ground throat ripped wide and blood streaming down to the ground. Ignoring the warm liquid dripping down his left hand, Casimir stared at Jetje. “Not that it matters but would you like to explain your actions?” She swallowed and held his gaze. “I did what I did for you. For the Pack. For us.” “You did it for your own benefit. Anything you want to add?” He directed that one to the man beside her.
