Alpha Roan.
"Kylan Lockwood."
The team pauses, then scatters the moment they see it's me.
"Give us a moment," I command, and wait for the last of them to clear out. Usually, at afternoon…it is an area of strength training, combat drills, the whole routine. I wait until we have a bubble of privacy.
"How's that hand?" I ask but I’m not even trying to be funny.
He just glares. "You're not funny, Alpha."
"Oh, you still recognize me as Alpha. Good."
That's a start.
"Not for long. The moment my sister is divorced from you, I'm leaving this pack."
"Hmm. After all you've achieved here? The rank, the respect. You'd just walk away from it?" It's a legitimate question.
"I'm not here because I enjoy the Pack House. I'm here to keep watch over my sister. It is my duty to protect her fro
