ORTON'S POV
A snarl escaped the curve of my lips as the sound of Kane's hoarse voice reached my ears.
I turned around and faced him. “There you are…”
He approached me, his hands folded behind him as he strutted with so much confidence to the point I was standing. Everyone knew how much of a bum Kane was. He was a bag of ego…which sometimes— most times, irked me the hell out.
“I heard you summoned the warriors…” I snickered.
He snorted before he said, “Not just the warriors, all the men in the pack,” Kane paused and stared at me pointedly. His eyes bore not even the slightest emotions in them. “You should have been there brother. What happened?”
There we go again. For f**k sake!
Kane knew what the hell he was doing. He wanted to puncture my ego and let my wolf go crazy and my oh my
