47 - Spit Fire

~Dakota’s Point of View~

“The nicest clothes can hide the worst people,” I whisper, as I narrow my eyes at my dear cousin Reyes. He’s standing in a large group of males, some from my pack but most I don’t know.

He’s wearing a fucking suit. A SUIT. Where did he even get it??

*What’s that mean,* Laney questions.

SELL OUT!!!

I’m not sure why, but heat floods me. My feet move on their own and march right to him. I tap on his shoulder, and when he turns, he’s got a shit eating grin on his face that makes my stomach churn.

“You bastard,” I shout, with all I have.

My arm rears back, and my fist balls all its own. In the blink of an eye my knuckles are connecting with his face. He doesn’t even remotely see it coming, and I take pride in that.

His whole body jerks backward, and I take advantage of the momentum to charge him. I roar from somewhere in my gut, fueled by straight rage.

“You want to be one of them so bad don’t you,” I shout, as I punch into his chest.

Hands grab at me from all di