As I stand here watching Freddy flap his mouth, I vaguely wonder if I need therapy.

Freddy’s face is a bright red, fury burning in his eyes.

“You’re crazy. You know who my father is. I can do anything to you and get away with it. And you think you can speak to me like that? You must have a death wish!”

“You don’t scare me, Freddy.” I look at him evenly. “You see, if you do anything to me, Alpha Black is going to hear about it. I’m an orphan, remember? Orphans are under the ...