A tsunami of rage roared through me, and it took every ounce of strength
not to shift. I wasn’t the only one. Every wolf in the place was pissed.
“Everybody stand down!” I roared and pushed my alpha presence through
the room, trying to maintain control over my pack as well as my own wolf.
I spun on Savannah. “Talk to your idiot cousin. Now.”
Her face was crimson, and the scents of shame and embarrassment
poured off her. At least all the pack would smell it too and know how she
felt.
Savannah rushed over and hissed at the moron. “Are you insane, Casey?
You look like a terrorist!”
He slowly lowered his hands. “I’m just coming prepared.”
“God. Please try not to start a fight. You’re here to help. We’re all on the
same side, you idiot,” she snapped, her voice cutting like a blade.
Casey huffed.
Seeing her upbraid him in public calmed my wolf, and half a smile
twitched at the corner of my lips. I tamped it down and set my face with a
stern, grim expression.
I strode over, trying to use my power to soothe and calm the pack. There
was no hiding the fury in my eyes. It took every ounce of strength I had to
keep my voice steady, and I pushed my magic toward him to force him to
calm the fuck down, too.
“Thank you for coming,” I growled. “None of my people will do anything
to hurt you or provoke you, I promise. Just don’t do anything stupid. Like
walking around here with a bandolier of wolfsbane.”
Casey glared back at me. “Fine. But I know you’re using that alpha
voodoo on me to make my brain soft, so I’ll be watching for any funny
business.”
“So will we.”
Casey nodded and dialed his phone. “Okay, you guys can come in.”
Two sorcerers Casey’s age walked into the room, and Savannah tensed.