Alpha Jack sighed, running a hand through his hair, his exhaustion settling heavy in the room.
I watched him pace, noticing for the first time how drained he looked—like someone who had been awake for days, even though I knew that wasn’t true.
I wasn’t used to seeing him struggle for words.
Yet, here he was—searching, grasping at whatever thought would make sense of everything.
Finally—he stopped, turning toward me with a weighty inhale.
"Georgia and her crew—" he started, shaking his head slightly. "I should've seen it coming. Should've handled it before it got this bad."
His voice wasn't just authoritative—it was apologetic.
I sat up a little straighter, surprised at the sincerity in his tone.
"Beta Luke told me what happened," Jack continued. "How you turned the tides. How you—"
