Burnt Out

~Devonte~

I’m sure we were released so we could talk. I guess I must have been more obvious than I wanted to be. I was trying to keep my disgust to myself with the plan to lay into my brother privately.

I hurry downstairs and make a beeline for the front door. As I walk through, I see she-wolves looking at me. Some whisper to their friends, and others look at me seductively. I have no time for any of them.

The closer I get to the door, the more angry I feel. I yank the door open, hearing it crash against the wall. I walk outside and step down the porch steps. I start to pace back and forth on the grass. I can feel my brother getting closer to me. He was walking behind me, and I wasn’t sure he would follow me.

The minute I feel his presence behind me, I turn and slam my fist into his face. Vonte stumbles back and holds the palace where my fist made contact. Vonte drops his hand and growls toward me. I get in a fighting stance, silently begging him to come for me. “What the fuck, ‘Te?!