Chapter 67

Beau

Wyatt wasn't gonna be happy about Bastian's stunt. That boy held a chip on his shoulder a mile wide that his mama didn't stick around. He best pay his penance before his Alpha came home. Wyatt didn't put up with disrespect, and even though he was steadfast to not do anything about what was between the two of them, disrespecting Bri would be seen as a high offense.

I had tried to console Bri, but she pushed me off and no doubt there would be more tears poured into Wyatt's pillows tonight. It wasn't my place but the hollowness I felt knowing how torn up and vulnerable she was I couldn't bear sitting on the other side of the house with her in shambles.

I knocked on the door frame and as usual the door was left wide open. She sat there with a book and opened her eyes not recognizing the pages. "What's up?" She asked, setting aside the book. She had stolen Wyatt's shirt from the laundry pile, and had yet to wash it, opting to sleep in it every night. It warmed my heart and made it sad