A stranger POV
“And why is he the one who always gets the girl, again?” asks my Gamma Larry after I told him and my Beta Seth the rundown of tomorrow’s project.
Seth smirks. “Isn’t it obvious?” he asks, then flexes his abs. “I’m pretty. As simple as that.”
“Hey, I’m pretty too,” Larry whines.
“Yes, you are,” I answer patiently. He is, that’s not a lie. Werewolves, especially with ranks are generally more handsome (males) or more beautiful (females) than humans. “He’s just more equipped for the job, more polished. You’re simply not there, yet.”
“And when will I be there if I never get the chance to do it, seduce girls? Be the hero?” Larry continues to whine.
That, is actually a valid point, I have to admit. Somehow, I don’t have the heart to tell him that a girl like Daisy will never
