Great. Just great.
I sit up in my seat and prepare to tell him exactly how this pack run is going to go, but Connall speaks before I can.
“Why wouldn’t my son lead the run? He’s alpha here. A Raleigh through and through.”
My father turns to lock eyes with Connall, and just like that, I’m forgotten.
“Well, he’s a Winters, according to my daughter,” my father murmurs.
Connall’s eyes narrow. “He was born a Raleigh. There’s no more able leader than a Raleigh.”
I dart a glance at Mack. He has his mouth open as if he’s waiting for the first opportunity to cut in, just as I am. But before either of us can, Chris clears his throat, drawing all our gazes back to him.
“Luna.” He inclines his head to me before turning to Mack. “Alpha.” Then he walks out of the kitchen without another word.
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