LOGAN'S POV
My eyes scanned the environment, searching for a certain five foot plus female with black curly fringes. “Hey, man let's train…” Christopher said, as he quaked my shoulders.
I stared him down with a cold glare, “Don't ever do that again,” I bit each word with so much animosity.
Even though we were the sons of the most influential people in the Mooncrest pack— Alpha, and Beta. There was something about Christopher Wilson that always puts me off.
It was there, in the way he tried to force his friendship on us. In the way he tried to chip in lousy suggestions. Each time he uttered a word, hives broke out on my body.
And now what? He was trying to get familiar with me, in the middle of a training session. Getting into the news for the wrong reasons be damned. I was going
