***Butch***
"Butchy," I hear that annoying voice it sound like nails down a chalk board, Holding my groan I glance up to see one of the females my mother had hand picked, I think this one name was Grace? Grecheted? Maybe, truthfully, I forget. This is the seventh one in the last few months that my wonderful mother has brought here in the hopes I would pick them as my Luna.
Its been almost eight months since i made that bet, Yes, I lost the bet with her. Chrissy threw the biggest tantrum a grown woman could give.
I had kept her around cause she could handle what i gave out, Chrissy is well built, she came from warrior blood so she was stronger then the others, she took more then what some of them could, Which always spured my wolf to go harder, Im not a small man by no means, but Chrissy
