Ravensong (Green Creek 2)

A wolf in glasses who I didn’t recognize.

Mark.

A man whose father had told him once that people would give him shit for the rest of his life. That he wouldn’t amount to anything.

And somehow, he had become an Alpha.

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fucking idiot/song of the alpha

OXNARD MATHESON said, “You’re being a fucking idiot.”

I didn’t look up from the computer. I was trying to figure out how to work the expense reports on the new program a certain bespectacled wolf had downloaded, but technology was an enemy I had yet to destroy. I was giving very real consideration to putting my fist through the monitor. It had been a long day.

So I did what I did best. I ignored him in hopes that he would go away.

It never worked.

“Gordo.”

“I’m busy.” I hit a button on the keyboard and the computer chimed an error message at me. I hated everything.

“I can see that. But you’re still a fucking idiot.”

“Great. Wonderful. Fantastic.”

“I don’t—”

“Whoa,” another voice said. “It’s, like, super intense in here right now.”

I barely resisted the urge to bang my head against the desk.

Robbie Fontaine stood next to Ox, glancing curiously back and forth between us. He wore a work shirt with his name stitched into it, a gift from Ox that I’d rolled my eyes at, given that no one had asked me about it. He wore thick hipster glasses that he absolutely did not need. His eyes were so dark they were almost black, and he was grinning that knowing smile that I couldn’t stand. He winked at me when he caught me watching him. He was insufferable.

“You guys fighting again?” he asked.

“I didn’t hire you,” I told him.

“Oh, I know,” he said easily. “Ox did, though. So.” He shrugged. “Kind of the same.”

“The last time you tried to work on a car, you set it on fire.”

“Right? Weird. Still don’t know how that happened. I mean, one moment everything was fine, and the next there were these flames—”

“You were supposed to be rotating the tires.”

“And they somehow spontaneously combusted,” he said, speaking slowly as if I was the asshole. “But that’s why we have insurance, right? Besides, I only work the front office now. I have it on good authority that people like having a little eye candy to look at when they drop off their cars. I suppose that’s to be expected when the rest of you look so… you know. Brutish.”

“I didn’t hire him,” I told Ox.

“Don’t you have things to do?” Ox asked him.

“Probably,” Robbie said. “But I think I’d rather be standing right where I am. What’s Gordo being a fucking idiot over? Is it the whole Mark thing?”