Erin's POV
“Are you as weak as they make you seem?” a mop of shaggy white hair turns around, and I meet the icy blue gaze of the warrior that dragged Mila away.
He can’t be a day over twenty, if that, but those eyes…. I recognize that look. He’s seen and experienced things that have hardened him. I suppose if last night is any indication of what a werewolf’s life is like, then he’s seen more than most his age.
“Did they make me seem weak?” I act unbothered as I rummage through the fridge for some orange juice.
“Being a human makes you weak by default, but if you need a kid to protect you, then I’d say you’re pretty damn weak,” he shrugged, leaning his elbows against the island.
I spun around, holding up the orange juice, “Would you like some?”
“Sure.”
I grabbed down two glasses
