It Was Planned

POV: Atlas

I can’t believe these idiots are literally fighting in the dining room when they are supposed to be making sure everything is ready to go immediately. I launch myself into the middle of the fray, where most of the wolves are fighting.

“ENOUGH!” I roared, and every wolf in the room stopped dead. “WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK DO YOU ALL THINK YOU ARE DOING?! This does NOT look like preparing everything to leave.”

Every Blood Moon wolf in the room and at least seventy percent of the Red Stone wolves extend their necks in submission. My wolves shift back to their human forms, and Blaze looks like a busted little kid. I glared at him, waiting for a reply.

“I was doing just that,” he says, “and then some ugly-looking bastard from Red Stone comes in here with his gang of goons and starts spouting off about why you would have any interest in Alpha Brady’s sex toy!” I growl, just as I hear another wolf from Red Stone, one those that didn’t submit, start speaking.

“I didn’t know Alpha