Alpha Roan.
Paint.
It's just f*****g paint.
"Roan!" Meluna says my name, and I see her face shatter with fear. For me? Don't tell me this little traitor was actually worried? I look down at her expression, and the thought is so absurd it actually stuns me for a second.
"Alpha!"
Lisa cuts the moment short by throwing herself in front of me. "Please, forgive my mom. She was upset. I should have been able to control her."
I glare at the mother, who looks like she's about to piss herself. She wanted to douse Meluna in red to remind everyone of her crime. Now, all I hear is the murmur of the elders, complaining that my pack house is a clown circus.
I walk out, heading straight for my room to change this ruined shirt. I'm not paying attention, but the moment I shut the door, it opens aga
