The Outcast Is My New Beta

On my third night in Crimson Springs, Lisa, the Pack's Beta, cornered me at the local werewolf bar.

She had seven or eight werewolves with her, blocking me against the counter.

"Hey, newbie. You’ve been in Crimson Springs for three days and haven't bought us a round yet? Don't you know how things work around here?"

One of her lackeys chimed in, "Exactly! What’s so hard about buying us some drinks? If you don't like it, get the hell out."

I looked at them, said nothing, and set my glass down to leave.

Lisa slammed her hand onto my shoulder, locking me in place.