Jackson stopped whistling when he walked out of the packhouse and saw Dylan walking up the steps. As if his Beta didn’t already believe he had lost his mind. He never whistled. He couldn’t remember a single time in his life when he had felt unburdened enough to do that.
“Alpha,” Dylan said, lowering his head.
“Beta,” he answered before he walked past him.
Petty. He knew that was petty, but damned if he would back down now. Layla would never go anywhere near Dylan again.
Micah was speaking to a group of young trainees about to start their training when he found him. The man immediately lowered his head and walked towards him while the trainees rushed towards the field. The fear was still there. It was f*****g everywhere. He supposed it was something he would have to live with until his
