"My pack is not looking to merge, Dante. I can only offer you support to fight off the rogues. What yiure asking for is impossible," Gotti said calmly, his eyes fixed squarely in Dante's face across the dining table.
Dante chuckled, "Come on, Dante. We are the strongest packs there is. Joining our forces would be the greatest thing to happen in werewolf history." He proposed, leaning his elbows on the table.
Gotti's expression remained neutral, his side eye taking in the Anita focuses on feeding Nero. She hadn't for once spared him a glance.
He hadn't slept in his room last night. He slept in the study right next to his room, where Anita's secnt tortured senseless all night.
He clenched his fists under the table, his eyes hardening with final resolve.
"My decision is final, Dante. You and your men shall leave my pack after the competition tonight," he stated, sipping his black coffee.
Dante stood, his face darkening from the rejection.
