Things were okay for us.
Well, that's if you count the three packs Fern and I had to wipe off when they challenged us.
What? It's not our fault when the stupid packs thought they can be able to fight off two Alphas at the same time.
That was why Fern and I had to show them what a crazy couple we are.
Fighting isn't difficult for me, especially when you think you can hurt my family and go Scott free.
It's not my fault if something happens to you because I don't joke with my family.
And when I say family, I specifically meant my mate.
You can joke with others, but don't you dare joke with my mate if you know you can't keep up with me.
I'm a deranged psycho when someone touches what's mine. And right now, Fern is mine, and mine alone.
Don't you dare love him.
He's only mine.
"Mek?" Fern sat down on the bed, and it dipped.
"What's it?" I ask without opening my eyes to look at him.
