I had made it through a conversation with Alpha Gavin only to confront my disobedience of David face-to-face. The t-shirt suddenly felt too small on me and I tugged it down to my knees, shivering with nervousness as the truck pulled up to the house and braked. The engine shut off, but the headlights were blindingly bright and cold on me and Gavin.
Both doors opened, revealing Alpha David emerging from the driver’s seat and Colt from the passenger’s. With an armful of my clothes, Colt ran to me and pushed the clothes into my hands, shielding me from Gavin. “You’re hurt,” he said about the wound on my neck and lowered his voice. “He didn’t do that, did he?”
Relieved though I was to see Colt, I glimpsed David looming behind him. Our brief eye contact left me feeling cold. “No. It was the
