(Wyatt’s POV)
I was standing on the front steps of the packhouse when they returned. Watching that bus pull down our long-drive was a bit sad. I can’t even imagine what those people must've gone through these past few years. It’s bad enough to lose one's pack that way. But then to be hunted by psychotic mercenaries? Sometimes I wonder what this world is coming too.
I watched as Alex and Tyler got out of the car. Alex told me what happened with April, so I knew she wasn't herself. Conner got out next, all smiles as he shut the door. “Hi Alpha! We brought yah back a happy meal! Alex stole your toy, though… sadly.” I just chuckled and shook my head. That boy'll never change. As Alex was helping April out, the bus doors opened and out stepped a young man with dirty-blonde hair, blue eyes, an
