Max
I let out a low, frustrated growl and storm after my mate.
"Rion," I link.
"Yo, you two done, or heading for round three?" he replies, laughing like the smartass he is.
"f**k, Rion—were we really that loud?"
"You remember when the older pups got into that brawl in the locker rooms, and we heard them from the packhouse?"
I freeze.
"No... no way!"
"Yup."
God. That fight had woken half the compound—it was all yelling and crashing metal.
"s**t," I groan. "Okay, but—Rion... I didn’t, um, project anything, did I?"
There's a beat of silence before he bursts out laughing so hard he has to cut the link.
"Rion!" I snarl, stomping toward the packhouse. "I’m going to fucken kill him."
I crash through the front doors to find him doubled over, still laughing. I head straight for him, fi
