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96 pages, ebook
First published April 30, 2016

Chris Argent doesn’t even blink before he unloads a few rounds into the beta closest to him, and Peter feels a twinge of admiration, although it’s soured with jealousy. When Chris is a cold blooded killing machine he’s the hero, but when Peter does it, he’s a sociopath?

A breeze rustles the leaves of the trees, a whispered symphony that fills the air all around them.
“Pack is earned,” Peter says, eyes flashing as anger courses through him. “And you’ve done nothing to earn Stiles. He should be your most trusted packmate, and you barely even looked at him when you walked in here. He fought alongside you, he was injured for you, and you treat him like he’s nothing.”
Scott looks stunned, his face a mask of shock.
The truth fucking hurts, and Peter is glad of it.
“You don’t deserve a friend like Stiles,” Peter tells him. “You don’t deserve to have him as your left hand. Everything he does, he does for the safety of the pack, and you’re so busy playing knight in shining fucking armor, that you don’t even see what sacrifices he makes for you. He’s done more to keep this territory safe than you ever have. Done more, and risked more, and you can’t even look him in the eye.”