Side Story 3.1. Jhoanna

Jhoanna’s POV

A peaceful and relaxing afternoon, only to be ruined by one Hans Martin. As he is the only person… wolf that could elicit such annoyance out of me.

The man–no, boy, was the correct term as he was two years younger than me, seems to love to annoy the life out of me. As do I to him. 

Though, my little brother always teased me than he is much more mature than I ever was. Which is, of course, not true.

Arching my brow, I asked, “And why pray, tell, are you here?”

He groaned the moment our eyes met. “If I ever knew you were here, I would rather come in a little later..” He grumbled to which Dad growled. Hans apologized immediately although he clearly seems to be unapologetic enough. That’s fair. We are each other’s vexes.

“This is my pack, Hans. Where else would I be?” I shot back. In the corner of my eye, saw Samuel smirking as if he knew we are starting yet another one of our fights. ‘Petty fights’ as he use to say.

“In your room? O