Brodie
Six Weeks After Esme’s Disappearance
I paced up and down in the small wood we had found. We had already been there too long. Situated on the edge of the Lincolnshire border, the woods were too close to a lot of main roads and it made me nervous. Everything made me nervous. I hadn’t been able to run for weeks, not properly, and it did nothing to help the tension building up inside. With each day that passed, I got more worried about Esme. Jackson wasn’t equipped to deal with what they were both facing.
Being the younger child, he had been sheltered from a lot of the aspects of life at the camp. I had no such luck. My dad had been training me to be an alpha for my entire life. Forcing me to get to know every element that made the camp run smoothly. Unfortunately, that included spe
