I sat in an inconspicuous stand spot, my eyes following him, heart filled with secret pride and sweetness. When he scored, I softly cheered and applauded with others. But my presence and faint approval hadn"t gone unnoticed. Luke"s team was playing a friendly match against the "Black Wolves" from a neighboring town. Their captain was Derek Wolton, a werewolf notorious for dirty play and arrogance. Rumor said his family coveted the Jones family"s Alpha status. During a dead ball, Derek deliberately wandered over near my section of the stands. He planted his hands on his hips, a blatant, sneering grin on his face. His gaze felt like a venomous snake slithering over my skin. His voice was pitched just loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. "Hey, Jones! Is this your new little pet? Heard she
