After a moment, Reyland turned to the pack Gamma.
“If anything happens, you have to tell me. Even if you are uncertain, you MUST let me know,” Reyland pressed with thinly veiled apprehension.
Jackson stared at his Alpha’s son.
A child he had been put in charge of since the boy had wandered off many years ago and had disappeared for five whole days.
He had watched the young giant grow.
He knew things about the boy that even the father did not.
Though he had told Dax most everything he witnessed, and most of what his men reported as they guarded the young prince, which is what Reyland was, in every sense of the word – the grandson of the Alpha King in Whitehall pack.
Some private things, he had kept to himself.
The boy knew it, but neither wolf ever spoke about this shared knowledge
