After that not-so-fateful night when I was threatened with spanks by Callum, my mates have been busy with pack work. So much so that I rarely see them home. The only time I get to see them when I'm awake is during breakfast, just like now.
“Did something happen in the pack?” I asked no one in particular as I munched on an apple.
“Yes,” came a short answer from Callum. As to what happened, they didn't elaborate. I frowned at his vogue answer, wondering why all the Alphas are so same. They all talk vaguely and expect others to understand them. Why can't they just talk about things in a way everyone can understand? The only time they know how to communicate is during pack meetings.
In the last, I used to be amused that Luna’s of the pack understand the Alpha’s so well but now I know how
