Liam POV
Donald's jaw and nose were nearly healed, but I could tell they were still sore. He rubbed his jaw, glaring at me from his seat on the metal cot attached to the wall.
“You need respect, boy.”
Thunder growled as I shook my head. “No old man. You need respect if you want to make it out of here alive.”
“I knew I should have taken over when…”
I was instantly in his face knowing where this was going. “When what? And be very careful.”
He huffed out a breath. “You need a strong she-wolf Luna. You need to see reason.”
I stood back up and laughed. “No. You need to open your eyes and see what is really happening. It isn’t the 1850’s anymore and didn’t you notice Cara’s smell?”
He looked confused, then scoffed. “I heard she's… pregnant. Abom…” He didn’t get to finish it as Thunder ha
