[She was pissed. She was super pissed, and he opened his mouth to say something, then snapped it shut again before anything could emerge. Something. He was missing something about her, and he didn’t know what it was. He couldn’t see i—]

You were in a war, weren’t you? [His brow furrowed as he shifted his weight from one foot to the next, moving. It was like when he figured out shit out with Church being the Alpha.] But hey, if you weren’t a soldier, what were you?

[Because war was made up of three types: soldiers, leaders, and victims. There were few gray areas, sure, like contractors and freelancers and shit, but mostly it just fell into those three, and he could see her as any of them. It was just a matter of figuring out which one.]

You know I’m not here to pick a fight with you, right?