Now is probably not a good time to realize I developed a bad attitude and sass while living in the wilderness, but something about him riles me up. I’m guessing it’s the Latino look, and that hint of an accent, reminding me of so many smug dickheads I grew up around, and his tone is getting on my last nerve. Sick of being pushed around by these Alpha type wolves and their damn superiority complexes.
“Deacon, here, is our head of security and you must excuse his abrupt manner, he’s just very concerned that the delicate nature of our work might be compromised if some random, yet very pretty, rebel wolves should happen to disrupt our facility. We have sensitive materials that require the utmost protection. I beg you to understand our predicament and disregard my friend’s hostility in such an
