We both move simultaneously toward the center. He eyes me a few times as he sizes me up. Though we are almost the same height, I have more muscle mass than he does, which can be used to my advantage even in wolf form.
“Are you sure you want to do this, Kendric? You can always back out now,” he says, almost smiling.
Feeling frustrated, I let out a huff. “It should be me asking you that.”
“You already have blood on your hands for killing my men and everyone else from your life before.”
Confusion floods my mind. I try to figure out what he means, but then I realize he’s not talking about my previous lifetimes. He means what I did as a child when I first became feral. “What are you talking about?”
“You can’t hide who you were forever, boy. I know it’s true and all the papers will be relea
