‘Great. Way to go, Alex. You mess everything up’, Alex’s wolf growled.
He hurried to stuff the last mozzarella bite into his mouth to buy himself some time. He hadn't known that her dad knew anything about the bullying. Jane didn't seem the type to run home and tell her dad, but somehow, he knew.
Jane made a soft sound beneath her breath and nudged her knee against Alex’s. "Dad, where did you hear that—"
He dug something from the waistband of his shorts and tossed onto the table. It looked like a diary or journal, but Jane immediately recognized it. She gasped. "You read my diary, Dad?"
"Not cool," Aunt Demetria mumbled, taking a bite of her food. "And the bad dad award goes to ..."
"Can it, Demetria," her dad hissed. He shifted his gaze toward Alex and narrowed his eyes to slits. "I
