I got up and walked over to where Jon was. He took a step back, good be scared, asshole, and my eyes flashed slightly with my wolf's light. “Just be careful what your next words are to me if we ever cross paths again, Diamond is very much wanting to play.”
“Your…Your wolf she’s…”
“Here, yes, asshole, she is, and she would very much like to play the same game you played with me shortly after you got yours, but you won’t like the end of the game. And this time the Deltas won’t be able to hide me away for two months like they did when your wolf tore into me.” I hissed.
The memory hit me like a physical blow - Jon's wolf tearing into my fourteen-year-old body while his parents stood by and watched, claiming it was "natural pack hierarchy." The two months of hidden bruises and broken ribs th
