“Alright, everyone, where do we stan-” As I open the door to the conference room, I get slammed into the wall so hard, the drywall collapses and my head shatters the glass on a picture on the wall. Heavy hands with thick, razor-sharp, curled claws wrap around my throat. Ghost jumps forward and pushes on the man’s broad chest, extending his claws in return.“WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?” Klay roars an inch from my face with a guttural growl. I can feel the pulse in my neck. If his claws move at all, he'll nick my carotid artery. “Everyone knows how much you fucking hate her.”"Ghost, don't move or we're dead." I speak as slowly as possible and hold my breath. We are at a complete disadvantage in this scenario. He paces, ready to defend ourselves, but listens to my order.“KLAY!” Reggie jumps up. Three guys from his ops team draw their guns and growling at the attack.“It wasn’t me, Klay. Everyone stand down!” I choke out with my Beta tone. My orders don’t affect Klay the way it does our pack
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