Chapter 45

I stood at the top floor of the Claw Pack’s tallest building. In front of me was a huge window, giving a full view of our territory—everything we owned, all in one glance. The weather was perfect today. Just like the day I first saw Ella. It was at one of those usual tribe banquets. Lots of wolves chatting, some from way different packs. I left early. That first time I saw her, she was kind of trapped in a corner. A guy stood in front of her, cocky as hell, tilting his chin like he owned the place. “Brown doesn’t even look at you. You trail after him like a puppy. Why not give me a shot instead?” I frowned. Honestly, anyone hearing that would wanna punch the guy. But Ella didn’t even blink. She set her plate down with this smooth grace. That pure white dress she wore made her look like something out of a dream. Her light brown eyes looked at the guy—not angry, just full of pity. “I don’t need Jackson to approve of me. I’ve never been waiting for him to pick me,” she said softly. “I don