Jaehyun's POV
I watch in satisfaction as smoke rises from the hole I just shot into the wooden chair with my father's old hunting rifle.
I chose to ignore the look of pure rage on his face as I bring the rim of the gun up to my mouth and blow away the smoke with a smug look on my face.
Act now, regret later has always been my motto and I don't plan on changing anytime soon.
I cock the gun again and point it to the head of one of the inner circle members who's always gotten on my nerves since I was a kid, the one who always wears the disrespectful half smile when my mother speaks.
His mouth falls open and tempted to see just how ugly and respectful he would look with a bullet hole to the head, I place my finger on the trigger, letting it rest lightly.
Mother will play her role as pack luna, but he wouldn't shed a tear for him.
"Jaehyun" father's warning growl gets to me from where he is seated on the high seat, calm, low as always but brimming with contained fury.
