JAKE’S POV
The smell of smoke filters through my nose and burns my lungs. One Puff, then two tiny rings cloud my view then disappear just as quickly.
“Charles, whatever you are going to do, just do it.” I don’t hide the sound of defeat.
It is pointless trying to fight someone when they are at a point of no return, so why attempt it?
“No, no, I am good. I like to watch you squirm beneath me. After all, you are weak. I don’t think there is a place in the pack for someone who is a rat.”
“I ratted no one out. I promise,” I try to convince Charles, but he stands by the door with his arms crossed.
“Is that so? I mean, do you really expect me to believe you at this point?”
“Yes, why would I do anything to mislead you?”
“Hmm,” he puffs more smoke in the air releasing tiny ringlets. "I tel
