Three Alphas and the Rogue Luna
I said, trying to keep my tone level as all conversations in the room hushed.
The man I spoke to shot me an oily smirk, which pulled on a jagged knife scar at the corner of his mouth and made him look more sinister than he already did.
“I don’t give a damn. Now, get me something to eat, doll face.”
Everyone knew Cole. More importantly, everyone knew to stay out of his way. He was a troublemaking rogue, notorious for the work he did for the Creek Shadow pack, who were known to partake in a large number of crimes.