DAMON POV
*Crunch.*
'What the f**k was that?' Andrew asks, eyes locked on the stage, making me think he secretly loves the show despite his complaining to Matt in the days prior, looking for tickets.
'Looks like our Alpha broke the armrests,' Matt tags in, explaining the situation before I have a chance to speak. I roll the broken parts in my hand; the splintered wood and the jagged plastic pieces prick at the skin as I try to focus on that instead of killing a stranger.
'Why the f**k would he do that?' Andrew asks incredulously at my stupidity, but still, he is watching the show, not daring to look away. Honestly, as musicals go, this isn't bad; at least cats aren't coming to interact with the grown adults sitting in the audience. That sounds like a f*****g nightmare.
'Because o
