SIN

“Hey Alpha.”

I swirled, locking eyes with Jeff, a boy of about eighteen years old, or maybe he was older. He was one of the newly recruited werewolves, and he was a rebel, too.

Ever since he arrived at the pack, all he ever does was go against the rule.

Well, he hadn't done it openly in front of me. He had only done it to other werewolves who gave him orders, except for my Beta, Laurent, and the sentinels who were the training werewolves.

Jeff's lips tilted in a lopsided grin, and his green eyes twinkled as he stepped toward me.

“Hey Em.”

“Annoying twat.”

I glanced back...