The Alpha's Freakshow
Abraham says, cutting to the chase.
“No,” I say, crossing the room and taking a seat across from him in the other matching chair.
“You are in my house, on my land…”
“You’ll have to forgive our Luna,” Jacob says, sauntering into the room. “She doesn’t understand the werewolf world.”
“I have questions that need answers,” he says, attempting to contain his anger. I slide a glance at Jacob, who shoots me a warning look, and I roll my eyes.
“I will answer your questions the best I can. But if the question is not mine to answer, I will hold my tongue.”