Warren
Working with Lamar is torture. I had hoped that I was exaggerating in my memories or that he had, at least, gotten mature over the last couple of years, but no. He had a million excuses for why he couldn’t do a task, and he talked back constantly. Stephen’s wolf, June, had come out a few times in the last week to snap at him. I can admit, I am always too scared to talk back, but Lamar, obviously, does not care whether he lives or dies.
“I can’t believe we had to do all of that?” Lamar complains as he flops in a chair.
We had just finished wiping down the conference table and cleaning up after a meeting the Alphas were having here today. It was just a bi-annual meeting to talk about the changes happening next year with the schools and some other topics that needed to be squared,
