Hawk’s POV.
The Alpha's eyes flick between me and Stone. He can sense what we are just as we can sense what he is. More men pile out after him, but they do not take the customary positions at his side. They seem to stand wherever they like, they’re clearly a pack, but not a traditional one.
“Two Alphas, interesting,” the Alpha raises his eyebrows. “Which one of you is Hawk?”
“I’m Hawk, and you are?” I hold out my hand to shake his. I’m not feeling any threat from this group. I don’t think they’re here for a fight.
“Woods,” he takes my hand with a firm grip and shakes it.
“Come on out, Vixen,” one of the men calls into the van. Faith steps out of the van, her eyes fixed on Hope. It’s obvious they told her to stay back until they assessed if we were friendly.
“Faith,” Hope gasps a
