45) That's Not My Name

Ace stood leaning against a dark SUV waiting impatiently for Mj as Moxie and Jay remained off to the side, sparring in the dirt. The double doors to the pack house peaked open long enough for Mj and Sam to slip out and pull the doors closed behind them, “about time assassin, what the hell took you so long?” he asked impatiently and as Sam began to apologize in a small voice Mj stopped her, “Sammie, don’t apologize to Commander crank-ass you did nothing wrong, he is waiting for me,” she said as sweetly as possible and waited for Sam to nod silently before the now meek hunter scurried back into the pack house.

Mj watched Sam go and then snapped her attention back to Ace, “listen I don't know what the fuck crawled up your ass and laid eggs but you better un-constipate yourself with whatever problem it is you have with Sam or I swear on the Moon, our Beta, and Azreal’s sanity I will make you sorry.” Ace’s eye