OLD VERSION: Amendable (Book 3 in the Original SOCIETY Series) ✔

❦Twenty❦

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Aw, crap!

What the hell was it with these Werewolves!?

Like it wasn't enough that I had that fucking Moody Asshat on my ass since the day we met and then Thorton before we squashed that shit, but now.... now I have Thorton's older brother trying to get in my bubble of personal space.

Albeit the fact that it was most likely to piss off Easton, I still never understood what was so great about me that these guys "liked" me so much.

Shit... Did Thea ever have this much trouble?

With that dark gleam in Trent's eyes, I could already sense that for Thorton and I to get away was going to take some hard work. And I was a little irritated with this guy thinking that I was defenseless. I know I didn't look like much but if I had to I could defend myself pretty damn well!

Narrowing my eyes, I stepped back with my arm out to the side to push Thorton backward with me. I kept watching Trent as he noticed what I was doing and his green eyes looked back at me with that smirk of his.

"What's the matter, Kale? You afraid?" The gold coloring of his inner beast coated his irises while taking a step to every one we'd take back. Trent tilted his head a little, a deep growl rumbling out of his chest. "I'd expect you to be when you have someone who's just as much as a pussy when he was in middle school."

My brows furrowed more, shaking my head as I tried to keep my tone steady as to not bring too much attention to us from humans passing by. It was probably a good thing that humans were clueless to most things around them.

"Back off, Trent. I'm warning you."

Trent's brows shot up, a grin curling on his face. "You're warning me? Well, that's precious."

My jaw slanted to the side, rolling my shoulders back and nodded, "We'll see how precious you still think I am if you don't back the fuck off."

"And miss the opportunity to see just why it is fuck-face Quinn has his eyes on you? Nah..." Trent chuckled, his steps closing in.

I glanced around between keeping watch of our distance with Trent. There was a store full of people and cars around the parking lot. There was a lot going on and I was internally panicking because defending myself the only way I know how would only expose the humans to something they should never know about.

Fuck! How do I get myself into these situations?

"Believe me, Kale," Trent grinned. "You might think you stand a chance against someone like me... but I'll have you on your knees before you have a chance to get bitch-ass Easton down here."

Raising a brow, I pursed my mouth and nodded, "Mm... You think mighty highly of yourself there, Trent."

I nodded to the side while tightening my grip on the milk handle.

"And you're the one whose bitch-ass is going to be on his knees."

There was a brief second of where he didn't comprehend what I was saying and I used that split second to my advantage. My arm whipped around to use the gallon of milk to slam against the side of Trent's head. It knocked his head a little to the side and I gripped the other side of the gallon to shove it forward into Trent's face, making him stumble backward.

Just to prove my point, I knelt down, swinging my leg to knock Trent's leg off balance and had him tumble forward where I stood up and pulled his face down into my knee I brought up to his face.

Taking a few steps back while the Were was groaning with a hand on his face, I looked around at our few spectators then cursed under my breath. I turned, shoving a wide-eyed Thorton towards the parking lot while shouting at him to run.