Chapter 62. Used to Pain

It was all I could do not to cower to the ground and show him my neck.

...I hated it.

I wasn't the only one impacted by his unnecessary display of strength, although I suspected, he was doing it all for my benefit. Several other lesser wolves responded, fidgeting, and I even heard a small whine.

Swallowing thickly, I reached the group of couches where Alpha Wilder and Alpha Griffin of the Druid pack were already seated.

Two wolves reclined on either side of each alpha. From their large size, they had to be Betas. I recognized one of them, Beta Harrison, from my visit with Onyx Moon. However, neither he nor Alpha Wilder acknowledged my presence with any trace of recognition. I breathed a small sigh of relief. Alpha Wilder had to remember me, but I was thankful he gave away no hint of our previous meeting.

Calla still stood to the side of one of the couches, hip out, posturing, flaunting the assets she knew she had, as she carried on a conversation wit