POV: Grace
“Mark her! Mark her!” The crowd began chanting as Jason stepped closer once again, carefully. The she-wolves clinging to him halted when Chloe stepped in front of me and stretched her neck, popping it. The moonlight peered from between the houses just at the right moment for me to see the edge of Chloe’s grin. The fur of her wolf had already begun to appear on her forearms and her excitement at the prospect of beating these punks was palpable.
This is like her hobby. After all, she always used to beat my bullies, whereas my title forced me into withholding my powers when it came to hurting pack members.
It wouldn’t look good for my image, is what my teachers and supervisors used to say.
The sight was almost laughable. These drunk idiots were chanting and dancing around,
