Ryder
She and her troop had strolled into the packhouse right as Alpha Ivan, his unit, Samson and his unit were coming down the hall from showering after training. Their timing was almost perfect, she thought to herself. Though a part of her had been hoping that Ivan would be seated in the dining hall already.
“Morning King’s Eyes,” Samsom greeted them with a smile.
“Morning Alpha Samson.” They all returned the greeting in unison, and she actually saw his mouth twitch in amusement.
None of them stopped walking, uncaring of coming across the Alphas and their units. Though her eyes moved to Ivan, who’d kind of halted in his steps at the sight of all of them, this was the first time he had seen all of them. Yesterday he’d only seen six of them. The others had been out of the pack when he’
