His pack had been an ally of ours back when my parents were still alive. After a devastating battle that shattered his pack, we took in many of their survivors. Wesley, having lost his mate in that battle and disillusioned with the endless conflicts of the werewolf world, chose to live apart from the pack life.
As an Alpha, I needed to be a pillar of strength and stability for everyone in my pack. I shouldn’t let anyone worry for me, so Wesley, an old acquaintance and former strategist from another pack, was my best option for these kinds of questions.
Wesley stifled a laugh but couldn’t hold it in. “You don’t need to worry about that. It’s actually a good thing—it means you’re finally growing up.”
I didn’t like the smirk on Wesley’s face and snapped, “What does that supposed to mean?”
