Pamela's POV
The yard was full of angry growls and cold eyes, with every wolf in my group ready to rip Ray to pieces of I gave the order.
His large Alpha form stood tall in the middle, his fur standing up, and his sharp teeth showing. He looked around at them, looking tired, but he stood up straight with pride.
I walked forward, not scared, with my dress flowing and moving according to the wind, my heels making a soft sound on the stone. I could hear Amarok's low angry sound behind me, and Denise was so tense he was ready to fight. But I lifted my head high, looking right at the man who once promised he would never hurt me.
"Leave my group," I said, my voice steady and loud enough to be heard over the angry sounds. "Leave now!"
Ray's bright eyes stared hard at me, showing a mix of anger and sadness. He didn't move at first. His angry growls was low and strong, shaking the air between us, trying to make me scared.
I wasn't scared.
