My Hockey Alpha
I could tell just from looking at him.
“Well,” I said, giving my brother another squeeze, “whatever it is, keep doing it. But don’t do too much, okay? You’re still my little brother, so you’re not allowed to get stronger than me.”
“Sure, whatever,” Tyler grinned.
“Tyler,” my mom chimed in again, “tell her about the cute werewolf girl you met.”
Tyler blushed furiously, his eyes darting towards me. “Mom, stop.”
“Nuh-uh,” I intervened, my curiosity officially piqued. “You’re not getting off that easily. Who is she?”