OMEGA
he takes his hands off my shoulder and folds them, his muscles flexing in the process, kind of reminds me of the black guy.
“why would you do that?”
“my hands...” I look at him before completing my sentence.
“are not in that, you know I hate that, why would you even think of signing me up for that, you know my wolf is weak” I take one step toward the other direction leading to the school, but he takes a hold of my hands.
“you need to believe in yourself, your wolf might be weak, and your dad’s death might have been fishy but, we need you back there Charlie, for your safety” I look at him, his eye showing emotions I wouldn’t love to decipher.