Samika's POV
I stand in the living room of the pack house, totally enraged by myself. I want to scream. I want to punch something. But I don't want to damage anything either.
Devon walks in, blood on his body that isn't his and shirtless. If I am not in this terrible mood, then I might have noticed him in a different way since he doesn't have his shirt on. But now I am entirely focused on something else.
"Good evening, Alpha of The Blood Rose Pack and The Blue Moon Pack," he smirks at me but I just have a flat face.
"Why did you do that?" I ask him and behind him, I notice Nyle and Alyssa walk in.
I glance between Devon and Nyle. Devon has blood smeared on him. Scars of a warrior. Physically structured like a ruler. And then Nyle. Now that I am noticing in comparison to Devon, he
