(Cain POV)
"WHERE IS LUNA!?"
Stacey rolls her eyes. "I can’t help but notice, Alpha, that every generation, there is less and less chivalry and it is beginning to be tiresome, even for someone like me who doesn't really give a flying fvck. May we address the issue—?"
"I HAVE NO TIME TO PLAY MIND GAMES WITH YOU, ANASTASIA!" he roars.
She shrugs, completely unfazed. "Who says I'm playing?” She sniffs, then wrinkles her nose as if she smells something rotten. “If you calm down for a second, you besotted fool, you'll realize the girl is right here, in this room, utterly terrified of your barbaric display. Tss! Good luck having s*x tonight." she sneers, her hands on her hips.
Cain looks around in frustration but doesn't see Luna. He turns back to the pack's witch who has a stubborn look on
