Beta Arnold
As soon as Elvie and I stepped out of the car and approached the front of the mansion, I noticed something unusual. There was a figure waiting near the entrance—Simon, the pack’s Epsilon. His presence meant one thing: something was going on.
Simon didn’t just show up unless there was a reason. The Epsilons were the Guardians of the pack, tasked with keeping the borders secure and ensuring the safety of all members. But Simon was more than that to me. He was loyal, and unlike most of the pack, his loyalty was to me—not Alpha Jerry.
I gave Elvie a glance and noticed the curiosity in her eyes. She was smart enough to pick up on the tension. But before she could ask, I shook my head and motioned for her to head inside. “Go on, Elvie. Head to your room. I’ll catch up with you la
