“What are you, the expert on blame?” I snort, ignoring all sense he just laid on me but appreciating it silently, from the bottom of my heart.
Beta chuckles, it sounds like music, something cheerful but there's a pain to it, a pain masked so deep in a place I don't want to unravel. “You can say that, and you, what's your story? You go around killing Alpha's a lot?” he teases, making me roll my eyes in annoyance.
“I wish I could kill you,” my wolf whispers. My hands come to my head, lightly smacking it before watching Beta.
“Your Alpha was an asshole, he deserved every bit of what I did to him.” I tell him, my feet finding their way out of this comfortable yet apprehensive conversation we've gotten ourselves into.
Once I reach Mirabelle I halt, squatting down next to her. She doesn't
