Everything is relatively quiet when I get to the pack house. Julia and Sierra are back in bed, and I am relieved about that. I do not want Sierra to see me going all monster on Moira. Dean is playing a game on his phone while the four tied-up wolves are laying on the floor. The only conscious wolf is the one I dragged over by the ear.
Unceremonious I pick the wolf up by his injured ear, making him scream bloody murder.
“Shut up,” I sneer as I push him down onto a chair. I circle him a couple of times and I can see his shoulders tense with every movement I make. The guy is skinny and neglected. His hair is too long, and it is dirty. Repulse rips through me.
“Who are you and where are you from?” I ask brusque.
“I’m not talking,” he spits at me.
I want nothing more than to slap the s**t
