Triston’s expression changed to an angry one. "Get out of the car," he declared.
"Wait, what? Why should I?" Jake asked, gazing at him.
"I said get out of the car; you are not going to that pack," Triston commanded.
"I want to go; I am not a baby." Jake protested. Triston ignored his pleas and dragged the key out of the engine.
"I wanna see how you would be able to leave without the keys." Triston said, and closed the door of the car with a bang. Jake grumbled and got out of the car with an angry look on his face.
"Just because I am your beta doesn’t mean you are the boss of me." He complained. Triston moved closer to him, spinning the key in his right hand.
"I don’t want to boss you around, but I won’t let you risk your life going to that pack," Triston replied.
"I understand
