Damien
If my brother wasn’t such a jerk, I’d actually feel bad for him. But Garrett Anderson was nothing, if not an asshole.
After the pack meeting, I headed up into my room to finish unpacking all of my stuff. For some reason, the idea of unpacking my things made me feel a bit of anxiety.
It would mean that I was really accepting Wolf’s Cove as my own. After nearly a lifetime of living with my brother, I knew what the thundering of his footsteps sounded like - so when he came up the stairs and strode past my room to knock on Ivy’s door, I had to listen in.
“Ivy?” he asked “Can I talk to you?”
From within her room, I heard Ivy call back, “I don’t want to talk to you right now. Just give me some space, please.”
“But what did I do?” he pressed.
“I told you to piss off!”