Jason's POV
Watching Damien investigate the woods, the look of triumph on his smug face let me know he had sensed it was me and that he gave zero shits!
"Something to say, wolf boy?" He taunted me; I knew he wanted to bait me; he wanted me to lose my temper and give him the upper hand! I refused to be played by this verified redneck playing at being a big boy in his designer clothes. He fooled no one! We all saw him for what he was.
A nothing! Cheap, nasty, and simply forgettable!
His family had a reputation for dabbling in dark magic, demon worship, and weaving magic into the lives of innocent people merely because they were bored and looking for something to pass the time.
The pack had gone up against them once, years before I was born. A smaller rival pack had sought
