Rhett
“We must get permission from Jackson to stay in pack territory. It’s just a formality, but it’ll stop people from trying to tell us we aren’t allowed.” I led us inside, towards Jackson’s office.
She didn’t respond, but followed me. Her face was hollow, like she wasn’t truly here. She’s walking around like a zombie. And she lied about being okay.
But I wouldn’t expect her to be okay, anyway. I just wish there was something I could do.
Jackson’s office door was open, and I heard paper shuffling around inside. A glass clinked. It’s early to be drinking. I motioned for Pepper to go in first, and I shut the door behind us.
Jackson sat behind his desk, and he had dark bags under his eyes. His hair was in a mess, and he looked as though he hadn’t slept all night.
“You look like sh*t.”
