I took a moment to glance at Sydney, whose wide eyes were fixed on me. Then I went back to glowering at Adam Blackwell, the Alpha of a rival pack. His group was a bunch of rebellious misfits who threatened the survival of the entire supernatural world. I didn’t know the man well, but if the werewolves he led were so revolting and reckless, I could only imagine the kind of person he was.
His pack had arrived in New Orleans a couple of weeks ago, and I didn’t like it. Adam and his pack were nothing but trouble, a threat to the secret existence of all of us. I wanted him and his people gone before all hell broke loose in the city.
Finding him in such proximity to my mate—rejected though she was—irked me. As Adam and I snarled at each other, the tension surrounding us expanded and crackled.
“This isn’t your business, Grayson.”
“It is when you’re sniffing around my territory.”
Adam quirked an eyebrow. “Are you talking about the city or the girl?”
“Hey!” Sydney gave Adam an indignant glare. “I’m not property,” she grumbled.
Of course, I couldn’t answer Adam right away because I had to take a moment to get hold of my jealousy and shove it back down. The thing was, no matter how much I tried not to, a part of me still considered Sydney mine. However, I couldn’t admit that aloud.