Tomas Red Creek looked at Eden as the omega was sitting on the other side of the desk. The young werewolf's eyes radiated an animosity that few werewolves, even dominant ones, would dare to show in a similar situation.
As the beta of one of the few packs able to rival Bloodhood for influence, Tomas was used to seeing the werewolves around him cringe at the slightest show of pressure. Eden's reaction was new, refreshing, but unpleasant.
Of course, the werewolf had no intention to harm the omega if he behaved. But only if he behaved. Having Bloodhood's heir at his mercy was a chance he couldn't let pass. Not after the bitter failure of their scheme during the dead-end. Who would have thought his nephew would shift again and ruin their plan?
