Zeke
“Hey, Zeke?” Adam’s voice echoed through the mind-link as I pulled into the shop.
“What’s up, Alpha?” I said as I walked into the office and greeted Ricky.
“Can you come to our office? We got some s**t we need to figure out.” He sounded flustered.
“I’m down at the shop. Is everything alright? Did I do somethin’?” I asked nervously. After this morning, I didn’t know what to expect.
“Well, f**k. You reckon you can head here after work?” He said.
“Hey, Ricky?” I said, turning to the old man.
“What is it, son?” he said.
“Why’s it gotta be somethin’ wrong?” I said playfully.
“Well, your stupid face screwed up with that look you get when someone’s talkin’ in your head, so I figured somethin’ was wrong.” He said with a shrug. Cheeky old bastard, I thought fondly.
“Alpha Adam w
