Would they have the luxury to even hate?

“Will you continue to cower like an omega? Or state your reason?!” I growled at the cowering female, unaware of how close I had come to the truth of this female’s true lineage.

The poor thing flinched again, shoulders trembling. Looking at her, I really wanted to sink my fangs into her throat and tear into her. After a few moments, the enforcer female stated in a trembling tone. “I have come to ask if we can join your pack.”

Eh?

My head tilted to a side, focusing on her slightly trembling form. The scent of fear is elusive. This was not something that attracted me because other things were much more important at the moment.

Like, what is that underlying cloying scent she carried that made my hackles rise, and why did it seem that these wolves were smart enough to visit when I had not?