CHARLES'S POV:
Malcolm pulls up a chair and puts his hands behind his head. He laughs. "Ahhh, now this is much better. Now, I am having fun."
"I bet you are, you little piece of s**t," I growl through my teeth.
Richard marches straight up to my face. His eyes are glowing red. "I said, where are Jason and Aaron?"
"I don't know," I warn.
"Yeah, right. Look at this place, Charles. You slaughtered every single Salaquin and not you precious little Sanguins."
"Little... Sanguins? Interesting choice of words. How do you figure my side was smaller than yours? We had an equal amount of pack members until you decided to let a few of your members get too close to my mate in the park. After that, it was on them. You know this as well as I do, Richard. They should not have messed with my woma
