Chapter 4. Bully of the Bully

Ryder’s POV

“You go.”

“No, you go.”

“No, you.”

“Stone, paper, scissors!”

“Haha! You’ve got to go now, Ryder,” Chester snickered, giving me a hard shove up the stairs while everyone was distracted.

“Screw you, you troll,” I muttered, slinking up with vampire stealth.

After I finished my little errand in seconds—thanks to my freakishly fast speed—we casually joined the others in the living room. Oddly, everyone was standing.

“There you are, my boys,” Great Grandpa chuckled warmly, steering us toward Reed.

“Take them for a tour of the pack house,” Alpha Adolf said. “We need to discuss something in private.” He led the two Masters to the office while Reed beckoned us outside toward the training grounds.

“I’m sorry,” Reed said suddenly, his voice unusually soft.

Both Chester and I turned toward him, confused.

“I haven’t been on my best behavior tonight. I apologize for that,” he said, his stern features soften