He believes what he’s been taught—that we’re less than and powerless and corrupting. I know then that he is going to lose. Brody doesn’t bother to speak. He throws back his neck, and his wolf howls, demanding submission with an alpha command. It sounds like bubble wrap popping as the entire pack bends the neck or bows the head. Everyone except Cadoc and me. I hear the command, but Brody Hughes isn’t my alpha.
