(Jessie’s POV)
It’s been six months since that awful night. I still can’t get the image of my parents lying on the floor in a pool of their own blood, holding hands out of my mind. Everytime I close my eyes, they’re there. Every.. D*mn.. Time.
Nick and his little pack have been treating me well enough. But only Nick is actually friendly with me. They aren’t really a pack, per say, though. More like mercenaries. And when he’s not around, they treat me more like their mascot than their co-worker. But I don't care. I’m not here to make friends, so I just keep to myself most of the time.
His beta, Jackson, is a nice enough guy. When Nick can’t train me, Jax does. Jax is my nickname for him and he loves it. Everyone else calls him Jack, which he’s cool with, but he prefers Jax. And boy-oh-b
