Chapter 3. In the Bully’s Land

Ryder’s POV

“Keep dreaming,” one of them sneered before walking away.

I dragged Chester to the washroom and helped him clean up.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, looking utterly defeated.

“It’s okay. You stood up for us,” I said softly, pulling him into a hug.

“I think I’ll go home this weekend,” he mumbled. “It’s my 19th birthday. My parents and siblings are expecting me at the pack house.”

“Same,” I said. “My family’s throwing something too.”

Chester’s eyes lit up. “You know what this means, right? Your mate! Aunt Nyssa said you’d meet them after you turn 19!”

“Shh!” I slapped a hand over his mouth and looked around. “Don’t talk about that here!”

He just grinned