Sloane
"We heard your father was a murderer."
“Yeah, and your mother was too.”
“What does that make you? Huh, Slade?”
“f**k you,” Slade snarls. He’s not afraid of these ranked wolves, but that doesn’t mean that he won’t get hurt if they jump him. There are five of them and everyone of them is three years older than he is.
“I mean, if you’re offering, feel free to get on your knees,” one of the guys says, grabbing his crotch while the others laugh.
"Say it again. I f*****g dare you," I say, striding up to the group of ranked members who are seniors, like me, and have surrounded my brother who is a freshman. I don’t hesitate to pull my fist back and punch the Beta taunting my brother in the face. I hear the satisfying crack of his nose breaking before blood begins gushing down his face
