Silver Creek let's kill someone

grayson shrugged. "i don't own this land," he repeated. truthfully, he didn't care if the dude stayed here. but if he was going to, grayson would rather know so he could plan for it. maybe the guy was stupid, but grayson felt he would make a capable guardian. if grayson knew the mans true intentions, he would surely run him off now. men ruled superior over the women in his pack, and they were emotionally quite manipulative, but there was no excuse for physical mistreatment of a woman. she could not defend herself, men should not take advantage of them like that.

but, alas, he could not read minds. so he opened his mouth. "but if you plan on staying, let me know. i will make accommodations for another," he offered, one ear swiveling forwards.