Writer’s pov
Connor, Dylan and Tyler together with other fighters, stands by a corner…watching as their young alpha jogs around the field.
They’re all worried about him as they imagine their selves being in his shoes right now.
“How about we join him?” Tyler suggest.
Connor scoffs.
“Are you crazy? Alpha wouldn’t let you…” He trails off like he’s trying to think about something.
“But we can’t just sit back and watch him run 700 laps in two days alone… “
Dylan sighs loudly.
“Tyler, this is all your fault, you know?”
“How?”
Dylan throws an arm around his shoulders.
“If your boys didn’t slack off, they would’ve catch whomever put that body there!” He pause and shakes his head. “And alpha wouldn’t have to run 700 laps!”
Tyler pushes Dylan off him and turns back to watch Xander, he c
