Parker
He was surprised to see Whitney walking into the packhouse dining hall that morning. It was only an hour after sunrise. He usually had breakfast with his mother and sister, the other children at the orphanage. Which Parker saw no need to interrupt. He liked how well the boy got on with all the other children here.
Not once had he seen him discriminate against any child, regardless of bloodline. He couldn’t say rank because even the omega bloodlines inside this pack were warrior ranked, and the kitchen chef was an Elite Warrior bloodline. Something one would usually attribute to an omega bloodline in other packs.
Whit smiled at him and got breakfast, then came and sat down at his table. Parker smiled at him, “Morning Whitney.” He greeted him.
“Hi.” The boy nodded right back.
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