Jack
Her blue eyes seemed to sparkle as I looked into them while we ate. The pain from the gash in my arm was almost completely forgotten. I had been on a job site when Bruce Murphy decided to show up and cause trouble. The house’s owner is a rogue, and Bruce thought I was trying to con him.
“Jack, what happened to your arm?” My mother interrupts my thoughts.
I had roughly bandaged the wound. Of course, my mother would notice it, “It’s nothing, Mom.”
“Jack Leonard Watson, I can smell the silver. Don’t tell me it’s nothing,” She yells and puts her hands on her hips. Other pack members look at us.
“Mom,” I say with a low growl. “Don’t worry about it.”
“I’m calling Dana,” she huffs and walks away.
“Who is Dana?” Priscilla asks.
“She is Isaac’s mother. She is our pack doctor sort of
