“What did he mean, Alpha?”
Jackson turned away from the window that overlooked another training field to face Dylan.
“You know where we found Layla. She’s not a rogue, Dylan,” he sighed as he returned to his seat at the head of the conference table.
There was a pile of business paperwork he had to go over before he started looking at the official reports from the incidents yesterday and earlier.
“I know that. She’s human,” Dylan snorted with barely disguised disgust.
His fist clenched, crumpling the paper in his hand. He had to stop doing that. He couldn’t react to every single little thing someone said about Layla.
“But why would they target her?” Dylan continued.
“I think they’re targeting me. The whole pack probably already thinks I’m f*****g a rogue. Maybe whoever is doing
