Chapter 11

• Lance's point of view
• When I hear them knock on the door, I'm sitting in the old Alpha's chair in his office. I yell "enter" with a sneer on my face. I intend to make them as uncomfortable as possible. To let them know that things have changed around here and that they are no longer welcome.
• That is, until she enters. I recognize her right away. Her rose and honeysuckle aroma overwhelms my senses. My wolf charges forward. He is generally placid and under my control, but I sense him lurching towards her, attempting to force a shift. It takes all of my strength to keep him in check, to pull him back. I can hear him snarl with disgust in my brain. He wants us to go to her and make her ours, but that's not going to happen.