Savage
Reagan
As I walk up, all conversation stops and everyone turns to stare at me. I ignore them and walk to the front of the group. Kieran’s eyes go black when he sees me, his eyes taking in my body.
“What the fuck are you wearing?”
“Sparring clothes,” I say, pulling my hair up into a ponytail before wrapping it tightly around and tucking it in, making it harder for someone to grab my hair while sparring.
“Now, I thought it would be good for your pack to get a little demonstration of what it means that I’m a Guardian. Everyone seems a bit confused by that. Is this everyone?” I ask, looking around. “Hello, Gamma Elias,” I say when I see him.