Drago’s Point of View
I hadn’t meant to sound rude when I told Rose she didn’t need to feel obligated to spot me; I only thought she might still be upset and wanted to give her an out. But, once again, I managed to say the wrong thing. At twenty-three, I should know better than to let my emotions get in the way.
My brother’s voice slipped into my thoughts with a chiding tone. “Didn’t we just talk about you being nicer?”
“What was wrong with what I said?” I retorted, defensively.
Our mental debate ended when Erisman, the Western Switzerland Alpha’s second son, slid in with an overly confident tone. His casual suggestion that we didn’t appreciate Rose’s support sent a flash of anger through me, and Draco and I growled in unison. But, true to her poise, Rose dismissed him gracefully. Watc
