Wren's POV
“W-what are you talking about?" Garrett stuttered nervously, I sighed with false disinterest.
“Do you take me for a fool, Garrett?” I said with a bored tone. He shook his head and swallowed audibly, I almost laughed. The scent of his fear made me heady with excitement.
“Let me spell it out for you. I did a little research on you." I prowled around him, taking pleasure in how his eyes darted around in fear, trying to follow my movement just like a prey does to the predator.
I continued with that same bored tone, “Garrett Robinson, son of Martha Robinson formerly Brown and late Peter Robinson. Your father was killed by Wren's father in the attack led on his pack by my father, the former alpha. Am I right?”
"A-alpha–” He started but I cut him off.
"But we don't care about al
