CHAPTER 61: HER PRIDE

ROWAN.

“Please,” I say as I turn towards the mansion’s entrance. “You must have had a long trip. Simone here will lead you to your rooms to freshen up.”

“Thank you,” one of them says, the tall, blonde one, Maxwell, I think. “We will do that.”

“You sure have made this place your own, even if you didn't build it,” the shortest one says. Sven.

“Did you build yours?” I ask.

Contrary to popular belief, most territorial packs were not built. In fact, long before we had become more civilized, our predecessors had fought physical combat for the right to retain land.

Once the other was dead, the land was yours, well until another one rose to challenge you for it

So, none actually built their pack, it was won and claimed by blood.

“Yo-”

“We were just following the old traditions, that is all,” I continue. “If you have a problem with that, you can take it up with your ancestors, not me.”

“Damn, Sven, the last one murmurs quietly. “I think she just owned your ass.”

“Oh, piss off you.”

I see Vikto