Chey’s POV
I couldn't sleep, and I felt gross from sitting on the roof all night, so, at the start of breakfast, I went to the cafeteria.
The idea was to avoid as many people as possible by going early, but that didn't stop the few pack members there from talking to me.
“You know, Brandon and I tried to help.”
“I heard. Did you get your phones back yet?”
“Last night,” Mac admits, drooping her head as the line shifts forward. “It was hard without you here.”
“Because no one was willing to work as much as I did?” I can tell the woman doesn't know whether to laugh or sigh, but with a shake of her head she composes herself.
“We just didn't know who to take orders from.”
“That would have been Alpha Lucas or Liam. Not me.”
“I know, but when you were around, things just felt safer.”
“It
