I looked at Thomas. He looked so young yet the way he delivered that line seemed to be something he was used to by now. Why do I have this feeling that he was already quite familiar with violence, with chaos?
Looking back at the window where I could see a glimpse of the gates, I saw Reed. He was still half-naked. His shirt was still in our bed, probably still warm from being tucked under our bodies.
“Please try not to be so hard on Reed,” Thomas said. It was almost a whisper. Maybe he didn’t want the others to hear that he was defending their Alpha. Maybe he didn’t want his Alpha to hear.
“What do you mean?” I stood there, confident that I was not doing anything wrong.
“Being a wolf can be very difficult, especially at our age. We are barely adults. Heck, we are just kids,” he paused
