Bully Me, Alpha
Pages damaged, ink bleeding, my notes are a moist mess.
A small growl vibrated in my throat. “Who is that coward? Show yourself!” I barked, my eyes skimming through the crowd, my senses sharpening. Whoever it was had concealed their scent well.
A deep, familiar voice reverberated out, sarcastic and arrogant. “Who the fuck are you calling a coward, Brownie?”
I turned and locked eyes with Alpha Mason, standing self-righteously at the authority of the crowd with two more water balloons clutched in his hands. My wolf growled inside me, pushing against my skin, wanting to claw her way out, although it wasn’t the full moon yet.