Derek's POV:
I sit on my swirl chair, still holding my balls, it hurt terribly.
"That little witch, will pay for this!" I snap painfully.
"You can't blame her for reacting that way, when you have your hand around her throat," Derek says, chuckling as he hand me the ice bag, "Place that on it, it should ease the pain".
"Are you siding with her now?" I ask, feeling slightly betrayed.
"I am not. And I am not siding with your actions too, Derek. You almost squeezed the life out of the poor girl.You kind of deserve that", he snort, while my wolf, Mason, growl his approval.
"You promiscuous, wolf!" I mutter to Mason, my wolf, who 'Hmph' in response.
"You both suck!" I hiss the words out, as I place the ice bag gently on my balls, closing my eyes at the relieve.
"Why?" Darren ask, standi
