Alpha Mayhem and Fallon

Fallon POV

I ride on Ryan's back. I lay into his fur as the wind rushes over us. I feel at peace. Peace is hard to come by for me lately. It may be time for some peace in my life. But first, more family drama to contend with and then maybe some peace.

"You okay?" Ryan asks me as he runs fast through the woods toward a light. That must be the packhouse.

I am holding on so tight that I worry I am pulling his fur. "I am fine," I answer him. Am I fine? I think so.

"We are almost there," Ryan growls.

My head rests on his back as I hold his fur. I listen to his heart beating and the sounds of his paws digging into the ground. The sounds of peace and love are soothing. It almost lulls me to sleep.

Ryan stops in front of a house. I assume this is the packhouse. A young woman comes out as Ryan shifts back into his human form. She is staring at me hard.

"Fallon, I assume," the young woman says, not breaking the cold stare.

"Yes," I answer. I step toward her, but she backs away.

"Let her