"I might. You don't know that for sure. And since you don't, you can go ahead and stop making assumptions that don't hold any weight."

Yes. He just said that. And he gets the feeling that this conversation is going to get old very quickly, and as if on cue, he feels the headache beginning to ache behind his eyes.

His own gaze narrows. "Worrying about a pack of Alphas," he says with a bit of hesitance. "Why?"