"Every two hundred years, a wolf is born."
Zephyr rolled his eyes and scoffed.
"I'm sure a wolf is born every three to four days, Lucas. Stop shitting me and get to the point."
Lucas dropped the book he had in his hands on the table and he directed a glare at his Alpha. To think that he was actually doing the best he could to put on a decent narration for this jerk and all he could say was that he was lying.
"If you'd let me at least finish what I was reading, then maybe you would understand better."
Zephyr could see that he was pressing some delicate buttons on his dear beta, so he simply smirked and nodded for the other wolf to carry on.
So far, nothing weird had happened yet. That was odd because something weird was always happening, but things had been normal in his pack so far,
