Chapter 89
Andrew's POV
The nerve of him to ask about the same woman he treated like a criminal, like trash. My body vibrated with so much rage as I drove back to my pack, and before I could notice that I had been digging my own claws into my palms, I had already done some damage. Tiny glimpses of blood flowed on the fleshy surface.
Case closed; Alpha Phil was, without a doubt, an arse. He could do me the favour of going ahead being it since it's a good thing on my own end. As the driver pulled over at the front yard, I took out a handkerchief from my pocket and began to wipe off the traces of blood on my palm.
I walked into the living room. “Back so early?" I lifted my gaze to see Rick who approached me, his gaze focused on my palm as I wiped it off with the handkerchief. “Yeah. And
