SIN
“Hey, Alpha.”
I swirled, locking eyes with Jeff, a boy of about eighteen years old, or maybe he was older. He was one of the newly recruited werewolves, and he was a rebel, too.
Ever since he arrived at the pack, all he ever did was go against the rule.
Well, he hadn't done it openly in front of me. He had only done it to other werewolves who gave him orders, except for my Beta, Laurent, and the sentinels, who were the training werewolves.
Jeff's lips tilted in a lopsided grin, and his green eyes twinkled as he stepped toward me.
“Hey, Em.”
“Annoying twat.”
I glanced back at Emma as she snorted. She glared at him as he moved to grip her hand.
“Touch me and die.” She threatened, shaking her fist at him.
“Hey, I mean no harm.” He chuckled. “I'm just appreciating your beauty.”
