Everett
This week has been pure hell. I can’t believe I have been stuck in the pack house while everything has been going on. My father hasn’t left either. I have voiced my opinion several times that this wasn’t right. That being an alpha was supposed to be dangerous. We were supposed to be at the front of the line protecting our people, not the other way around. I called Eli to see if he had been out and was going to be at school tomorrow.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I? That’s what a beta does. He helps his alpha.” Eli said, sounding condescending.
“Well, my father won’t let me leave. For some reason, he has it in his head that I need protection.” I told him. “I will try to get out of here for school tomorrow, but he has been worried about my safety ever since the murders over the weekend.”
“
