NYLAH
Sofia was angry by the news. She looked like she was going to explode from anger at any minute.
"It's almost like all the old man is good at doing is convincing the Alpha to do things he typically wouldn't do." She voiced angrily.
"But you know that it is partially your fault, right?" I asked, and she arched her brow, gave me a funny expression with her hands spread out as if asking me "how?"
"I told you not to pick on him." I reminded her, and she rolled her eyes.
"Oh come on, everyone gets picked at in this pack. You got picked at, and I got picked at. Even the Alpha was picked at, at some point!" she paused and looked at me to see if I caught her last sentence, and I sure did.
She was loud enough that I couldn't afford to miss it.
"The Alpha was picked on?" I asked, interested in what she mistakenly said out of anger.
"Yeah…" she nodded her head in a couple of bounces.
"Wait, what?" I asked, interested in what I just heard.
