Piper
“Viv, stop being difficult,” I say to one of my very few friends. Vivienne may not acknowledge our friendship, but she still answers my call every time I reach out.
“I’m not being difficult, Piper. You know I don’t fit in a pack.”
“You should at least give Alpha Quirin a chance, Viv. His pack is made up almost entirely of rogues,” I insist.
“Have you been there?” she asks.
“No. I told Alpha Quirin that I’d try to get you to come with me. What’s the worst that will happen, Viv? You hate it and leave? Fine. But at least give it a try.”
It’s quiet a moment.
“You can’t save everyone, Piper,” she says softly.
“f**k that, Vivienne. I can save whoever the f**k I want and right now, getting you off the streets and into a pack is what I want.”
“You’re a f*****g b***h, you know that?”
