AMELIA
I'd never been a violent person - a bit atypical, I admit, for a werewolf - but I'd always felt that beatings and bloodshed led to nothing but further undesirable complications. I'd always believed words and diplomacy to be the right and best weapons to settle an argument.
But when I saw the slimy grin on Devon's face, when he accused my pack of being behind the hellhound ... that violent instinct awakened.
That asshole had made me feel like s**t for days over something I couldn't control in the slightest, had beaten me up, had almost killed me - and now he was besmirching the name of my pack? He wasn't going to get away with it.
It has to be said that no one dared to stop me when I literally pounced on Devon and punched him in the face.
"Say it again, if you have the balls
