Kieran's POV
Armstrong grabbed two guns, and rather than shifting, he just walked out with the rest of his pack. Nicholas came to stand behind me immediately.
“Does he not know who you are?” Nicholas asked, scoffing in disbelief.
“We were childhood friends but he probably doesn't know.” I shrugged, picking myself up.
I walked outside, and they stood on two different sides, just about ten metres away from each other.
“Well well well…” the alpha of the Kyrie pack, James Sunderland, said, cracking his knuckles, “how about we end this demeaning rivalry today?”
“Well, I hope you're ending it in peace, and not whatever it is you're planning in your head.” I said, walking out of the place where I was to meet Armstrong in front.
“I'm sure Alpha Armstrong can speak for himself, and not
