DAMON POV
"Dude, what took so long?" Matt asks when I finally get out to the Bronco, throwing my bag into the trunk. "We were supposed to leave fifteen minutes ago," he complains, leave it to the Gamma to be a stickler for punctuality. I hate how much we fit into the stereotypes of ranked wolves, but what can I do about it?
"Mom," I mutter, a little grumpy that I keep lying to her. "Oh, s**t," Andrew includes, knowing it's impossible to get anything by her. "what'd you tell her?" He asked to ensure we got our story straight in case the parents asked each other.
Those are some of the scariest she-wolves any of us had ever met. We might be future leaders, but we are terrified of our mothers. Climbing into the front seat, I relax into the leather; hitting the round start button and grabb
