Kennedy - 78

78 - Kennedy

I move closer to Ryker, but it’s not out of fear. I heard the insult in this little man’s words and felt Ryker tense, those old walls slamming right back up. I haven’t seen them in a while, but away from his pack he must use them like armor. I can’t link him to ask and he won’t tell me what his issue with this asshole is on his own, I just know there is one. This should be an interesting game.

Ryker’s arm goes around my waist as we turn to face the intruder. “I didn’t expect to see you here, Claude. I thought gatherings like this were beneath you.” He’s gripping my waist like a lifeline, or maybe to keep himself from doing or saying something in front of this guy.

He’s small for a male werewolf. Not short, but scrawny. I don’t know if I have ever really seen a non-muscled werewolf. I thought that was a given. Tommy was always leaner than the rest of the guys, like a runner, but he still has a powerful body. Even uncle James is still super fit. In his forties he doe