Chapter Twelve

Starting to make friends.

“Fuck off Spike!” Tucker shouts back just as loudly. Oh great, my aim of literally blending in isn’t going well.

This Spike who looks just like his name, with spiky bleach blond hair and spikes through his ears stands up looking at Tucker.

“Make me?” He smirks with a growl.

“I’ll punch your fucking face in that your mouth won’t be able to say another word!” Tucker springs up and threateningly leans on the table.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be so far deep in your new friend’s pussy that she’ll shut me up enough.”

Did I just hear what I thought I heard? No one has ever made such a disgusting comment at me that my wolf takes true offence to it. She stands up, growling at this Spike. I’m lost for words, can she not see the size of him through my eyes.

Then something odd happens. The doors slam open and Lycan three walks in with someone else. Lycan three must be a high ranking soldier as the atmosphere in the room takes a dark suffocating change. A growl leaves his