POC (ALEC)
I watched as Oliver calmly reached over for the pitcher of water on the table and slowly poured himself a glass. This arrogant pause in our conversation was making me want to strangle his scrawny little neck. But it appeared this was now Oliver's way of doing things.
Gone was the weak mild mannered facade I had grown accustomed too. Before me now was something different. A wolf that did not need my permission to speak because when he talked everyone listened, counting myself. Making me wonder, what had brought on this change in his countenance? And why did I feel a closer bond with him because of it? It was almost as if I knew him from somewhere, but that was impossible. And yet, the impossible no longer seemed so insane and unrealistic, due to him taking it upon himself, fo
