GIA:
My heart hammered against my chest as I saw Beta Hector. Speaking of the devil, he will come.
I looked around, preparing myself to run away if worse comes worse. This was the beta we were talking about. And I still could not forget what he did to me last night.
My brows furrowed when I saw some bruises on his face as if he was punched last night. That might be painful since the bruises did not heal right away. Werewolves had fast healing abilities and seeing he was not able to heal, it must have hurt a lot when the wound was still fresh.
I smirked inwardly. It served him right for being an asshole.
Who punched him? Because I wanted to thank that person for doing a great job. It felt like whoever that person was, he avenged me. If only it was possible to identify that someone.
