{Wyatt’s P.O.V.}
After thoroughly beating the s**t out of the moron who tried to carjack us, I tied him up, threw him into the bed of my truck, and drove his ass down to the police station downtown. I obviously had to restrain myself, so I didn’t kill him with my werewolf strength.
“Stay in the truck, I’ll be right back,” I told Rylee who only rolled her eyes at me in response. I dragged the doofus human through the front door and slammed him on top of the reception counter as he was screaming for help.
“Well, looks like someone is having a bad day,” an officer said to him. “Mr. Valencia, to what do we owe the pleasure?”
“This i***t tried to carjack my girlfriend and me at gunpoint.”
“Well, I would say he hit the
