Chapter 155
I know from experience that dad hates it when anyone slaps the back of his head. It's a bad/funny memory but I know I would always remember it. I was 11, I think, and we were playing rugby outside, just him and I. He had the ball so I tackled him. I turned the ball over and eventually got a try. Just to mock him, I "playfully" slapped the back of his head, just for mockery! I swear I saw his eye twitch. Lets just say that the next tackle was able to get him a red card because it was just too rough!
So that's what I did. I walked up to him and with my werewolf strength, I slapped him hard across the back of his head. My instinct was to run, but I knew better! His hand froze mid air and his grip on Masons neck loosened enough for Sherine to get his hand off. He slowly turned his head until he was looking me right in the eyes.
They were black orbs, ready to suck me up and kill me. His wolf was fully out and I had pushed the wrong button. He was pissed before but

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