Savage
“And?”
“And what? We can’t eat that!” she demands.
“Then go hungry. That’s your choice,” I say, shrugging as if it’s no big deal. I refuse to allow them to punish the other omegas because someone bullied Tessa.
“Who’s going to tell the others. I’m not,” one of the other warriors says.
“What’s your name?” I ask, ready to put him on my ‘Do Not Like’ list too.
“Aaron, Luna.”
“Well, Aaron, I’ll be happy to tell them,” I say, turning to the omegas. “Set the food out. The kitchen’s closed for the night.”