Cinder
I sigh for the billionth time, tired of how grumpy Pike is with me. He sits by the fire I just made, glaring into the flames like a mopey child. I understand him a little - he didn’t want to leave his grandma and the pack behind, but there is literally nothing he can do for them as a human. Like it or not, he is weak right now.
“You shouldn’t be mad at me, you know,” I say as I sit down on the ground straight across from him. There is some firewood in my arms, and I throw it into the flames. “I’m your protector now, so you better treat me with respect. It sucks that we had to leave the pack, but it is what it is, okay?”
His sullen eyes land on mine, and I’m immediately hit with his almost inhuman beauty. I swear the anger is only making him look even hotter. Each and every muscle
