This is going to hurt for a minute, after it I will make sure my father hands me that damn title, he thinks I can’t hold my own, his got another thing coming, holding the rifle on the rocks surface, I look at the scope of my rifle to then pull on the trigger, having a silencer made the shot undetectable.
Werewolf’s barely need the assistance of weapons like guns, but I was done with the nagging, done with the absurd abuse my own parents handed me, Carter was a worthless piece of s**t, all he could ever do was what cook? That’s what omegas are for!
He wasn’t even that attractive, slim body with grandpa white hair, looked a spaghetti with Alfredo sauce or fungus growing for white hair, and I hate Alfredo pasta. Taking the binoculars I look at where I had hit, and my target was captured al
