POV Brenden
A few days prior
Every day I see that weak little creature, it makes my blood boil. It's like the moon goddess is taunting me with each wrinkle of her nose or stumble of her feet. My wolf wants her. Bad. But I cannot think of a worse way to spend the rest of my life. My brothers want her. Bad. But yet again, I think they are making a horrible mistake. Am I being heard? Of course not. Instead I’m the one getting punched during our lunch hour.
The bell rang to signal my next class. Unfortunately for me, I saw her small frame talking with her supposed brother. My wolf growled before I could even try to prevent him from being protective over something that doesn't deserve to be protected.
“Why don't you just apologize already?!” My wolf shouted. “Do my threats mean nothing t
