“I see… and who was the Alpha before you?”
“My father.” After another beat of silence he added, “He died when I was 9. The beta took me in, and we ran the pack together until I was of age.”
“Oh,” I breathed. That made sense. “My grandparents were originally from the Calypso pack.”
I wasn’t sure why I told him that; he rose his brows though.
“Were they?”
“Yes,” I answer. “My mother was also born there. But left when she was only an infant. I heard they are a very powerful pack.”
“My father was a very powerful Alpha.”
“Were you close to him?” I nearly slapped myself as soon as that question left my mouth.
“No.”
I was relieved by his answer.
“My turn,” he said, surprising me. Before I could ask him what he meant, he asked, “Why did you transfer to my class when you don’t h
