“Hey, Ez, I was about to head back to the cabin. Do you need anything before I go?”
Sam’s ever-cheerful voice breaks my deep concentration. Lifting my weary head, I observe the tall, curly-haired blonde. His broad shoulders almost fill the entrance to my office. He has the perfect physique for a beta—large, muscular, and imposing—but the perpetual smile he wears makes him far more approachable than me.
“No, I’m good. Thanks, Sam.”
My voice sounds raspier than usual—probably from exhaustion. Sam notices, of course. He always does.
“You know, you should get some sleep too. It’s pretty late.”
His voice is full of concern. If it were anyone else, I’d brush it off as insincere. But not Sam. Sam’s concern for me has always been real—ever since we were little kids playing in the dirt togethe
