"It's his own fault for underestimating that boy. What was he thinking barging in to hurt her while her boyfriend, who happened to be the strongest werewolf, was there?" Robert snickers, his voice full of mockery as he sips a spoonful of broth.
"Is he really the strongest werewolf out there?" Tracy places one of her elbows on the table, leaning forward with an awestruck look on her face.
She has found a new man to prey on. Huh! Tsk, pathetic.
Robert nods his head distractedly. "He is. That's exactly why I had assumed he was the Alpha."
"Then the hunter had it coming. I don't blame Cyrus for stabbing his hand." Tracy shrugs her shoulders as she chews on the steak.
"Try to be a sympathetic Tracy. Besides, how would that hunter know who exactly Cyrus is and how strong he is." Donna reprimands her daughter, shaking her head in disapproval.
Tracy just rolls her eyes at her mother and continues eating.
