"You f*ckin' runt!"
Logan snarled at the helpless Shane as Logan's strong arm was locked around Shane's neck, locking his head in place. Nobody escaped Logan's headlock. His tattooed arm was nearly bigger than Shane's whole head. Logan's bicep smothered the poor man's neck, and Shane struggled to free himself with words.
All wulvyn knew of the pecking order: Alphas. Betas. Omegas. This no longer mattered as much since darkbloods blended with human society, debunking the concept completely. Still, Shane was considered the beta runt, bullied every chance Logan managed to get.
Truth be told, Shane had smarts. His intelligence was often flawed like every other human and darkblood to walk the earth blessed with ignorance and cursed with common sense.