Luna Sophia’s POV
“What do you mean the shipment was one crate short? What happened to the crate?” I yell. I hate dealing with incompetence.
“We’re not sure Sophia, we’re still looking into it.” My younger brother Mark says. He’s a Gamma in my pack.
“Luna! Luna Sophia, you will address me by my proper title Mark!”
He huffs. “Luna Sophia.” He says.
“And what about the driver? Are we sure he didn’t skim some? I can never trust these no name omegas. Just a bunch of rats in a sewer.”
“The driver says he doesn’t know anything about it.”
“Well, I’m sure that’s what he says. Go and rip his finger nails off until he starts talk, dunk him in some freezing water, JUST FIGURE IT OUT! Do you understand.” I say.
“Calm down Luna Sophia, my men and I have this handled. We’re already working o
